(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❤︎
I read the words you have written over and over like a prayer, but really the one I'm praying to is you. It's always been you, No matter how much I fight, struggle and writhe-but you know that.
You trap me under your hands for the purpose of collaring me there. I act like I hate it, shy away, but really I want to know what it's like to have you tearing out my insides with your hands and teeth.
Like savage animals at each other's throats, we paint each other in devotion so that even our entrails intertwine in the end, just how you always wanted it.
As we lie bleeding out on top of eachother you would say somthing stupid like, "What's life without a little toxicity."
I would laugh and call you an idiot, but really this is what I had hoped for too, inbetween each of your words you carefully typed and each eyelash I count. You had played me right between your jaws.
I can't help but want to give you all that I am, even if it means sacrificing myself at the alter that is you. To die by your hands and yours at mine it really would be such a dream come true.
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