His Beautiful Everything

I want to be the kind of woman

you’d sing a song to

whatever that kind of woman may be

I’m dripping with sins against god

and against my own soul

all for a beautiful man

I’m drowning in the memory

of his eyes

and his beautiful everything;

his beautiful cock haunts my dreams

built up love on fire in my veins

no where to go

Once he met my wounds

I didn’t need them anymore

He dissapeared

They reappeared

When we got too high

“his cock made me feel forgiven”(61.)

but he couldn’t hold onto an open-wound girl

without getting blood on his hands

The rage love monster that lives inside of me

would have eaten him alive

In my dreams we get married

“What lived and died between us haunts me still” (62.)

I want to do it all again. 

*the two quotes are from The Chronology of Water by Lidia Yuknavitch <3 p="">