sorta never ending if done right

mad but in love

[becomingpoet]

I never grew past being soothed by touch

Or regulating my own body by being close to someone else’s

I always listen to your heart when I rest my head on your chest

I can’t mature past these simple comforts

Words can’t do for me what quiet,

Hot skin can

3-27-25

[thatscalledlove]

i would say i love you like nothing else, but that’s not true i love you like i love everything i love you with all of the passion i have put into the world and all of the fire it has given me

[yas3m1t3]

Break Into Me

Peel away my tainted skin—

slowly, carefully,

Let the tendons hum before they snap,

Let the muscle sigh as it unravels and bleeds.

Dig deeper—past the muscle, past the mess.

Knock on my sternum, ask if my heart still stirs.

If silence answers, crack the ribs open, one by one,

allow the dust from my cold bones to settle on my lungs.

Lungs—bloated and stretched, swollen with words

never spoken, too heavy to rise.

Puncture them, let them sigh their last,

releasing the desperate confessions trapped inside.

Soon you’ll find the thing that should have been a heart,

coiled tight like a withered root.

Take it, cradle it, even as it bleeds.

Press it to your ear—

Does it whisper?

Does it weep?

Does it beg?

Or has it rotted into silence?

— Yas3m1t3

[thatscalledlove]

Close isn’t close enough. I want to braid my nerves into yours. I want to dissolve myself into your blood so that I might flow through your veins. I want to be so into you that the world cannot distinguish my heartbeats from yours.

[thatscalledlove]

It wasn't about anything so shallow as physical desire They wanted each other in the way of flesh wanting to knit itself together over a wound

[thatscalledlove]

There is a fine line between love and cannibalism; that perpetual urge to consume the ones you love - or to offer yourselves up for consumption. Why else is love described as all-consuming? Because that is what it is, at its core; love is consumption. It occurs unconsciously, when you are folding in on yourself, rearranging your bones and organs, to make yourself small enough to fit inside someone's mouth. Eat me, you'll beg.

Devour me whole.

[thatscalledlove]

I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.

[acollectionofbrokenthings]

I need devotion. I need an altar built in my name, inspired by Venus to prove your love to me idk.

[thatscalledlove]

"This is me", he whispers and I can feel the breath of his fist on my cheekbone.

"This is me", his voice is clearer,

"do you take me as I am?"

[thatscalledlove]

"I want," she says. "That's my problem. I want and I want and I want."

"What do you want?" he asks, voice soft.

"Everything. Charm me. Rip me open. Ruin me. Go too far."

[thatscalledlove]

If love is anything tangible, it is his mouth, his mouth,

his holy goddamned mouth.

He says my name

and the whole sky is talking.

[thatscalledlove]

a cathedral, him pressing against me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars

[thatscalledlove]

His lips said thank you

over and over again

upon the body

I'd been apologising my whole life for

[thatscalledlove]

the first time you caught my eye it was not love at first sight. instead, a quiet curiosity was planted in my chest and i knew it was only a matter of time before you sunk beneath my bones and nurtured this deep-seated familiarity into a love so fierce that i would question if i had ever been in love before.

[thatscalledlove]

And I want to be pinned

between him and the mattress,

like a flower pressed in a book.

and I want to say his name,

over and over,

like it's the only word written on the pages.

[thatscalledlove]

lord i no longer believe in anything but the way he holds my name between his teeth

[thatscalledlove]

the blood on my teeth begins to feel like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me