Some might call me a little obsessive.
I imagine so many ways to take you apart bit by bit, digit by digit. I start small and gradually move on to larger parts. Toes first? Cauterizing each wound.
Keeping you on a steady dose of antibiotics to ensure your longevity. A healthy dose of daily vitamins and meal supplement shakes. Blood transfusions, when needed. A saline drip.
How long could I keep you not just alive and well, but alert? That's the key. I want to view those gold-flaked eyes, finally wide enough to truly look into. I want to see the changes in them, in the creases around them as you watch yourself slowly vanish. Quite literally.
I would place a mirror for you, of course. Maybe even a whole wall and celing of them. You would at least have some company while I was away.
Could I keep you alive long enough to even make you regret my absence?
Would you come to crave seeing my frame silhouetted in the door? This is all out of love, you'll come to realize.
My desire to pick at your brain, admire your beauty. This is love. Having you all to myself. Tasting your fingers before and after... after removing it, that is.
Would you enjoy that, appreciate it? Could you appreciate my undying passion and single hearted devotion? Knowing that you were sustaining me in such a way as no one else could, giving yourself to me so completely.
I should go now, you'll be awake in an hour or so, but the smell of you is so alluring it grows harder to drag myself away.
I would almost tell you to get a guard dog. I do worry, leaving you so vulnerable like this. Of course, that would be an inconvenience for me. So, maybe I'll just wait outside until you leave for work.
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