It hurts,
the closer we get.
The good kind of hurt —
and the bad.

I want to hold you accountable
for my *** drive,
for this fire in my spine
when you look at me like that.

Trust takes time —
I know.
But you make me rabid.
Foaming at the mouth for your heart,
reaching in
just to press restart.

I’m alive again.
You’ve thrilled me —
and killed me.

I keep trying to stay whole,
but after you
there is no forever,
only fire.

I burn,
I ****,
I lick,
I tease,
I bite,
I teethe —
a slow unraveling
in your teeth.

I **** myself
just to watch you breathe.
To bathe in your conceit.
To live this life
on repeat.