dustling · 12d
my love, i want to be the ruin of every other longing you ever harbor. let my name fester beneath your tongue, let the thought of another feel like a grave you dare not enter. i want to haunt the marrow of your being, until even your dreams kneel before my memory. let the world rot in its beauty; you were never meant to see anything but me.
you already took the best of me away and made it yours, what else could you want that isn't already yours? the marrow of my being glitters beneath your ray, my dreamless sleep thick with want. just simply seeing your face, let us be mute. let us be the last remembered language. i'd carve our ode into a prophet's hill where he swore he'd slay a son, the way i'd give away my name to fulfill emerald oracles. i was never meant to want anything but you.
