I swear I have the intelligence of a lukewarm popsicle.
You'll never know how much you occupy my every thought, my every breath, my every heartbeat. You warm me when there is no warmth to be had, my sweet puppy. I adore you beyond words having meaning.
Monotony curses me, thorned vines around my throat. The sky fills with grey and all I see in this haze is you, my lighthouse in the dark.
Break me. Bleed me. Bleed me until my veins collapse, until there's nothing to give and take more anyways. Take more. Use me more. More. Take more. Please. I need it. I need you. Give me worth.
This means everything and more. So much. Breathe life into me. It's you, it's you just fuck it's you how the hell can I function when my skin itches and I feel the need to propel myself out the door to you? Give me more. Let me worship you. Let me love you. Allow me more.