What I Want

Standing before me as the
embodiment of perfection  
you ask me rhetorically
what I want, like you didn't
You know what I want  
You've always known
You know that I want to  
Penetrate your very soul  
You know that I want to
Be so close to you that
Our skin melds together
Into a single being of
You know that I want to
Be filled with a fit of rage
Because we can't physically
Be closer to one another
You know that I want to  
Feel the gut wrenching
Pain of losing you and  
Know it was worth it
Of it...
I want you to tear down
My protective walls
I want you to batter my
Emotions into a pile of
Ashes to be spread on
The void of existence
I want you to rip out my
Still beating heart and  
sacrifice it in your own  
I want you to fill my soul
With so much pain and  
Hurt that I know what  
An inkling of losing you
Will feel like...
Also tacos...
I would like tacos for dinner
Written by Sugar-Britches2
Author's Note

Humor is a big part of my personal toolkit in real life. This is my attempt at incorporating some of that into my poetry writing, mixed in with a heavy set of complex emotions. Hopefully you all enjoy it.
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