rip my heart out my chest and eat it.
i could make it taste so good.
rip my heart out my chest and eat it,
the bloods begging to taint your clothes.
press your chest onto mine.
you could hear it beating for you.
press your chest onto mine,
i could be your zombie girl.
make my neck your cup holder so you could drink from my esophagus.
make my stomach your new nightstand
so you could add to your sarcophagus.
and my arms your new curtain rods,
it'll make us monogamous.
i could be built back for you.
i could be your frankenstein.
give me your blood in packages
in little bottles i could hold.
make your neck my new canvas;
make new art to show the world.
impale my heart with a dagger
so much i might stagger.
yeah, impale me with a dagger.
i could be your vampire.
i just want to suck you
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Poetrydo you ever wonder what's going on inside? like genuinely, besides the inner monologue? the way your heart pumps, the way your arteries are the taxi drivers of your life, and your bones move you to where you need to go. there's a lot to wonder and s...
