I've always wanted the softness
the fleshiest parts of us
in my dreams my teeth are sharp
and your blood
is sweeter than your mouth
I always knew how to draw first
how to hurt you more
how to rip the skin from your lips
and spill
your warmth over my teeth
there are nerves in the worst
parts of me
and bone where there should be
heart
I always knew how to break you
but I always went first.
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As you probably knew, I used to adore your poetry and yet understand so little of the similes and metaphors you used. I understand it more now, and love it all the greater.
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