Crave

I’d let you
destroy me,
devour me,
pick me clean.

I’d waste away
waiting,
watching
as you bleed me,
your knives
slicing shallow cuts
in my armor,

and I’d beg for more.

I’d crawl to you
on my knees
and ask for new wounds,
new injuries to endure
for you.

I’d let you burn me,
scar me until
I’m blind and blackened,
until my fingers,
my face blur
into nothing,

and I’d plead for more.

You ruin me
with every word

and I will always crave more.

~Patience

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