Eat Me, Drink Me (2011)

Baby,

For you,

I'm an open book,

A blank page,

A torn scrap of paper,

From your notebook...

Go on,

Read me,

Write me...

Eat me,

Drink me...

Proverbial blood splatters,

Across the pages of us,

Across my face,

And pooling on the ground...

Love me,

Hate me...

Save me,

Kill me...

It doesn't really matter any more,

Does it now...

Huh?

Baby,

For you,

I'm an open book,

A blank page,

A torn scrap of paper,

From your notebook...

Go on,

Read me,

Write me...

Eat me,

Drink me...

Because some days,

It's just too much work to care,

Too much to keep myself positive,

...Happy...

Some days it's too much work,

To NOT feel suicidal...

Just want to lie down and die sometimes...

Baby,

When it comes to you,

I can't hide anything,

I can't lie...

Honesty is the only option with you,

Baby,

For you,

I'm an open book,

A blank page,

A torn scrap of paper,

From your notebook...

Go on,

Read me,

Write me...

Eat me,

Drink me...

Love me,

Hate me...

Save me,

Kill me...

Baby,

I'll let you do what you want with me,

Some days nothing matters...

And foolishly,

I've got myself to thinking that:

With you,

In your arms,

Lies my salvation...

I think you could save my life,

Baby,

Do what you will with me,

Eat me,

Drink me...


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CaeridLock
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Emo, angsty gothic love stories, mostly some kind of poetry. A passion I didn't know I had until I was about 21. Something that I have been doing mostly consistently ever since. My pen name is Belasrose, my online name is Caerid Lock.
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