I want you to let me take your body and scribble the sins of my past against the softness of your skin. Leave your bedsheets smeared in the regrets of my decisions, while I prioritise your innocence.
Hold the pen for me — find pleasure in our pain as I draw my ink from your flesh — every crevice, every opening. To have you kneel before me, eternal devotion you would abide. Let me take it from you. Want me to want to. And take me whole, let me inside.
And while I would accept you — have you at my side. But I cannot — never respond in-kind. Embrace this comfort, live your lie. For myself however, there’s no in-between, no unification. So when I call on you, conform yourself for each occasion.
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