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Bad Dog Love (wip), lev st. Valentine

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if someone told me to come and listen to the wind blow with them i would do it. if someone told me to come and sit on their bed while they get dressed i would do it. if someone called me late at night to come and walk with them i would not hesitate and i would do it... i would do it to be there

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I Will Tell this Story to the Sun Until You Remember that You are the Sun, Erin Slaughter

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— Wishbone, Richard Siken

[text ID: here we are at the place / where I get to beg for it / where I get to say Please, for just one /  night, will you lay down next to me, we can leave our / clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up?]

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Wildfires / 4 am junk

Fuck it,

I will admit it for the sake of my sanity. I envy that city's air around you - I wish you were here instead. I envy the blood in your mouth - I wish it was mine. I envy the walls around you - I wish I held you instead.

It is your doing and yet, they call me insane. You shouldn't have kissed me in the elevator like you did. Shouldn't have cupped my face in the palm of your hands. Shouldn't have been so gentle.

Now you've raised a demon that's hungry for your flesh. Come back, be here. Watch me savour you slowly. See how my ribs show from starving myself while you've been away. See how I've laid awake in the hopes of you coming back to this doomed city.

You kissed a naked flame, what did you expect? It will start wildfires in your arrival.

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A sermon of my own

I stand below the arched ceiling in the chapel, Think of how the sunlight from the stained glass Would reflect on your sly smiles And how we’d look walking down the altar, As you claim me yours. Think of the burning sin we'd commit, Once we're out of focus, out of eye. But you lost the only chance you had, Left me at the altar that day and never looked back. Now the lightning sparks behind the tinted windows, Splashing reds and greens Yellows and pinks on the rustic walls Like a madwoman on the loose, I slow dance around the altar. Countless candles on the table Flickering with raging gold Feel like they’re laughing at my insanity. I get on my knees, Say a prayer of gratitude for all the joy you brought me, And hope that you’d walk through the door tonight. I say “amen” once last time. When the clock hits midnight, And you still don’t walk through the door, I tear down my sleeves and splatter them like ink across the walls. I climb up to the podium, Legs parted, arms still, And create a sermon of my own - My hands roam all over, Nails digging into my back like yours did, When I made you scream, And rejoice in the glory of the time I heard you say “I know you love the thrill of the rush." Your name sounds like a prayer, But we both know there’s no prayer for the faith-departed. You’d make me beg, scream and cry For doing this to your mother’s favorite place, wouldn’t you? Would you call me insane for pulling the red velvet With candle holders on each side and Giggle at how the candles fall onto the floor like Dominoes? You always knew I loved to play games with you, Ones that ended up with the curtains shut close, So no one could see the things you like to do. Bet the confessional box would have been The perfect place to commit our sin. Be here, watch the adrenaline rushing through my veins, You bring this out in me. You know I would’ve carved my heart out for you, But I cannot go back now, baby. The flames are burning my skin, And I scream your name in this pain and pleasure. May all hell break loose, Because I couldn't have you.