I don’t desire the buttoned down business bravado at 2:00 PM.
I crave the crawling creature that crumbles at 2:00 AM.
I don’t long for eternal strolls in the sunshine of spotless minds like other girls.
I pray for a slow dance with the devil as we engulf these tired hearts in flames.
Drag me down to hell where you dwell in the darkness of your mind.
I lust for the imperfections – the markers of truth.
I yearn to trace the lines of your scars with my sketchbook fingertips.
I will sit with you at the forsaken table,
indulge on your insecurities.
I will take second helpings,
feast on your flaws.
To quench this insatiable thirst,
pour your past unto me.
I shall eat until I am full.
I shall drink until I am drunk.
And I shall love you still.