Satisfying The Hurting

I love the way your shadow holds me on my body

I love the way your skin is smoothly chiseled with the grooves steadily holding me.

I love the way everything I see lies within your face.

I love the way your smell lingers on my pillows but in spite of all I’ve been doing,

I hope I haunt you in your sleep.

I hope to celebrate your death and smile at your deathbed

So when they ask who killed you

I’ll smile and gladly say it was your stupidity; and I’ll then say

It

Was

Me.

And maybe just to satisfy my hunger; drink your blood.

Just to satisfy the hurting

Of all the lives you took….