Please Bite Me
would it be a sin? would it?

Would it be wrong if I couldn’t ever be happy here? Would it be wrong if I never wanted to stay? Would it be wrong if I knowingly don't change? Would it be wrong to count down my days? Would it be wrong to always be alone? Would it be wrong to never feel a thing? Would it be wrong to say I am always thinking of more? Would it be wrong if I wanted to feel hunted? Wanted.* Would it be wrong if I said I was fucking jealous? Would it be wrong to want to feel held? Would it be wrong to be held like that? Would it be wrong if I said I didn’t want it to be right? Would it still be okay if I didn’t fight? Would it be wrong to find comfort in the shade of a beast? In the shadow of a monster?I want to be hunted for my blood. Would it be wrong to want their teeth? Would it be wrong to blink and be covered up in the dark? Would it be wrong to lie down for hours? Would it be wrong to crave prickled heat on my neck? Would it be wrong to say I am never afraid? Would it be wrong to be carried by something I should fear? Would it be wrong to leave the ones with the light? Would it be wrong to be angry, angry all the time? Would it be wrong to be held by a darkness that lingers? Would it be wrong to know it is not for the better? Would it be wrong to befriend the thing that haunts me? Would it be wrong to say I don’t want it to leave me? Would it be wrong if I wanted him to know nothing but my name? To keep me warm and put clawed paws around me? Would it even make it go away? Would it even make the record play? Would it even help the way I thought it might? Would it even happen, would I even know? Would it? Would it? Would it bite me hard enough I never think again? Why would I want that? I know but I'll pretend for your benefit. Would it be wrong to never want to change? Would it be wrong if I repeated this for all days? Would it be wrong if I can't even write, the worst things I want, I know they're not right. Would it be wrong to go away, run to citadels far away, would it be wrong to shut everything up, go away, disappear, wrongly follow a rabbit down a cliff, jump off the crazy train?
Would it cure me? Would it be a sin?
Would it wipe it away? All the sins I made? Could a sin love a sin?
All the memories I made
Would it cure me in the way it should?
Would it be a sin?
Would it be a sin?
Would it?
About the Creator
Essie
Brambling, atypical logorrhoea that really materialise in the form of hatching worms. Or stars.
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Comments (1)
"Could a sin love a sin?" I really loved that line. Your poem was very relatable!