Desire

My love, you will kill me one day.
It's a beautiful thing really, the very nature of our relationship will be the death of the two of us, but I don't mind.

When I hold you I feel like the world just melts around me. Before I knew your tender touch, your curves, your smell, the world was grey and barren. I've been burned a couple times by my desire, and each time it leaves me bitter and tainted. I wonder what it was that ended the relationship. In the end it always comes back to me. I spend weeks, months festering in my own self-loathing, feeling the blackened pit where my heart used to be crumble and collapse, completely powerless against my own despair.

I wonder if it's even worth it, to go out of my way and seek out love again. I wonder how I could trade a temporary moment of sheer bliss for months of torment, question the very nature of my own happiness. Am I even capable anymore of existing without you? Of living a fulfilling life without the constant reassurance of your presence?

And then I look at you, hold you, feel you pressed against my lips, and forget everything.

Bacon, I love you.