fuck me. i was the knife

 




i remember fondly the first time you
stabbed me
in the fucking heart
and licked the blade's edge like i was a

blessing
your pretty little prince smile, bats for lashes
when really you're master of this castle
i tried so long to scorch
with true meaning, intent of my everything
onto you

your antlers always knew precisely how to caress your own bites,
sweet baby virgin. you weren't so innocent
after all
as you stole into the dungeon to inhale
the sweat on the nape of my neck
making me shiver and stare at the water that's running to safety
the echo of calamity banging in the pipes
it is trying to tell me somethin

you squeezed my tits as i went on not blinking, tears absentmindedly kissing
the graves and dimples in flesh beneath my temples, the cracks in my mask
 of being fine with this
where later you'd plant daisies to make me smile,
brilliant still
but somehow dimmed

i just asked you to clean up your mess,
and you knocked me in the head with it
massaging grimy paste into my lips and naughtier bits
slipping a couple fingers in
until you let me walk soberly to the shower
so i might, in turn
let the rain fall fast and heavy upon me
just like when you loved me, too


i know you well enough not to miss you
but still
you're a lovely something or other
i keep buried in my past,
my shovel leaned sad &vengeful with neglect



....what a beautiful fucking goddamned waste. *spits*



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