aren't my cuts pretty?
i carved them just for you~
the star, and the heart,
our initials there, too.
I love it when you cut me,
when my blood stains your hands
it's just our thing, it's special,
what only we understand.
take me apart,
tear me open, my love.
I'll spill my guts for you,
I'll give you my blood.
bite me, then kiss me,
my blood on your lips
you're my dearest, my darling,
my favorite part of this ♡
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 12th, 2023 18:06
- Category: Love
- Views: 5
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Comments2
I liked ur poem Mr.
Its kind of bloody love for me
It gave me goosebumps 🙂
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