At his door

I sleep, to dream, to conjure you

To imagine your hands where my own hands wander

I come back to you, bow down to you, though you strangle me.

I forgive you, and succumb to you, though you scorch me.

Tell me that he pleases you, the way that I once did.

When his lips go, where my lips went, tell me do you taste me?

My heart beats against your door,

And you lynch me with my aorta

My heart throws me at your feet.

I wanted to protect you, and have you harm me

With my flaws and my guilt and my scars.

I wanted to harm you, and have you protect me.

From my flaws, and my guilt, and my scars

My heart beats against your door,

You lynch me with my aorta

My heart throws me at your feet.

Melt the night into my glass, perhaps I’ll find some sleep

What use have I for sobriety, in solitude?

My heart beats against his door

And pines for his absence

My heart beats against his door

And covets his torture.

bedankt! ❤
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