i want to feel your pulse under my fingers
just to remind you that you’re alive.
i want to sink my teeth into your throat
just to prove it.
and then you say it again.
worthless.
like the word belongs to you.
like you’re something meant to be thrown away.
how insulting.
not to you.
to me.
i chose you.
do you understand what that means?
out of everyone.
everything.
all the miserable pieces of this world..
i chose you.
and you stand there trying to convince me my taste is poor.
no.
watch how you speak about what’s mine.
if you insist on ruining yourself
i’d sooner do it myself.
at least then
you’d still belong to me.















