Baby I want you to love me to pieces.
\nLove me with purest bliss into reckless abandon.
\nLove me until we are lost in the sea of our sheets, sinking deeper than the tombs of sinking Titanics.
\nI want you to purge me of my lust as I sink into you.
\nAs my fingers bury themselves in your hair and our bodies collide like blazing meteorites striking the earth, I want you to help me forget myself.
\nWhen my teeth sink into your flesh and you sigh into my atmosphere let me inhale you, your breath a hallucinogen ridding me of my reality.\u2028When we kiss, I want you to burn passionately for me.
\nScald my tongue like hot tea, raze the roof of my mouth, scorch all trace and ability to taste, leave my lips ashen and charred.
\nLeave the landscape of my back, leave it bloody and broken, war torn at your fingertips, blur the line between pleasure and pain I don’t want to know the difference anymore.
\nBe my cure and my cancer, be my double edged sword.
\nBe my morphine, force me to fiend and then go through withdrawal so intense that overdosing seems safer, erase me.
\nYou’ll notice I refuse to look backwards.
\nI try not to think of my old innocence, because you can only see the past through rear view mirrors and I forget every time that things are always closer than they appear\u2028.
\nAnd my memories of the sunny day my innocence was stolen under the shadow of the cottage porch rise out of the haze and dance to the rhythm to the tune of today’s sins.
\nSo I want you to love me to pieces.
\nLove me into oblivion.\u2028Love me into the aching nothingness that comes from being everything you promised yourself would never be.
\nLove me until I am the black hole my star like soul collapsed into.
\ne will bloom into a beautiful supernova before I do.
\nLove me then.
\nAnd when we are done, when I have poured my body and soul out to you.
\nWhen you have had your fill and been satisfied… run.
\nRun as far and as fast as you can, leaving behind cartoon dust clouds, one to cover up memory, one you can remember with a slight chill down your spine and the wisp of a smile because if you stay, you will be stranded with this disaster.
\nLeft with a man who has no idea how to love another.
\nA man broken by another\u2019s broken understanding of what it means to be loved.
\nLiving with your touch as my drug is self – destruction, waking up each morning knowing I have only betrayed myself.
\nBut to live without you is to be alone with the memories of destructive love being given to me.
\nAnd baby I’m sorry, but I just can’t do that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Love Me Baby<\/strong>
\nI want you to love me to pieces. \u2028Love me with purest bliss into reckless abandon. \u2028Love me until we are lost in the sea of our sheets, sinking deeper than the tombs of sinking Titanics.\u2028 I want you to purge me of my lust as I sink into you. \u2028 As my fingers bury themselves\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":782,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"video","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-143","post","type-post","status-publish","format-video","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-spokenword","post_format-post-format-video"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue20\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/143","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue20\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue20\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue20\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue20\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=143"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue20\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/143\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":684,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue20\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/143\/revisions\/684"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue20\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/782"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue20\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=143"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue20\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=143"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue20\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=143"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}