Body

 

When they found my body,

That I was lying down out of breath,

I don’t want them to say that you were a friend of mine,

As you are not—at least for me.

 

My love, I told you I’ve always wanted a taste

Of your beating heart and lovely smile

That had possessed me in every dream,

Leaving me wondering why and why.

 

Oh, how I must have you now.

Let me feast on you while my mind has been consumed with lust,

Yet heart was pure of intention

Of nothing more than curiosity.

 

Let me touch your skin,

Under and below those curves,

Elsewhere against the tissues,

So, darling, I can really find out myself

How I should think about you later.

 

Let it be later—I still want to adore you

With these canines as I sink them in,

Lips apart,

Mind hazy with insanity.

 

But you are much more than a living flesh,

So even if I had taste your very being,

I would still crave more,

More, more, more

And more,

As I realized I could never truly reach the depth of your heart.

So then bend me open,

Tear me to pieces with those innocent hands,

And I will surely succumb before those eyes,

That gaze from your face,

Looking at me out of terror, maybe disgust,

Or even regret.

 

I don’t mind.

“Everything is fine” as it truly is,

Not like, “I want to die in your arms” kind of thing,

Though I’d let you if that’s what you want,

But please—please don’t put me back after you rip me apart.

 

It would be easier if you let me be,

Sprawled out as my body turned cold with time,

And when they find me, they’d think that you hated me—as I would too.

 

It would be easier that way,

Oh, how I wish it could,

But we’d surely won’t do anything wilder than staying as friends.