The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink

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feel me/read me/follow me

crazy for your love…

sharp pains,
like love lost
in the pit of
my stomache
my beloved
churning,
and churning
with a jagged
knife

I love you
therefore
I want to love
you, and so,
I want to kill you
and eat your heart
beating loudly,
your blood dripping
off my chin…

hold me close
hold me tight
DON’T EVER LET
GO
just spin me,
around, and around…

written: December 11, 2012

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Filed under: desire,desire,desire..., la vie poesie, life, poetry, regarding myself, that crazy,little thing called love, Uncategorized

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