Can I Still Be Your Beloved?

I want to pound my head into the floor.

I want to pound my lips into yours.

I want you to cut me open-

See my raw, blistered heart

And hold it in your hands.

I want to be enough to clear your airways.

I want to be better than the drugs you use to slow your pulse.

I'll devour every word you ever say

If you promise to do the same.

Because, darling, I want you in every way.