hunt me
love me
don't leave me hanging on
tell me why
they always do this
kiss
cut
break my fragile
bones
until
i have lain
beneath the earth
in the cold
harsh
ground
my skin
red
and ripe
with pleasure
with
the dark
endless nights
that paint
my future and
my tired
tipsy
wine glass
threatens
to fall
and all
i can do
is think
that i miss you