I wanted to melt into him
like my knees were too weak
like my bones were too soft
but I missed every time
my elbows scraped against the ground
and it hurt
and I bled
he thinks I will ruin him
and so he wants to devour me first
it's a bloodbath
he left me to save me
so I let him
I let him.
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