#Wax poetic candles skin

there's the writer who never gave a **** about anybody but himself Let my heart know on no uncertain terms that its needs I will give you what you need, and you will give me what I need: not love, but contact. You could boil me alive and it wouldn't make up for her, so at least leave me bruised. I will kiss your scars, not to heal them but to remind you that when you put them there you fought for something, something we both fight for now.ĭo it for her because I'm not good enough to hurt.ĭo it for her because I'm TOO good to hurt. Let's say '*******' to the things that bind us.

#Wax poetic candles skin

Let's tell our skin that it is irrelevant. Let's exorcise our loves tonight and banish them to hell.

Help me pin my demons to the bed and make them writhe, and I will do the same for you. Let this heart know on no uncertain terms that its needs don't matter. There is nothing you can do that will be too violent, too brutal, too sadistic. Punish me for looking at her like a baleful puppy tonight, even as you waited in my room with your soft skin and your sharp teeth. One step down from torture is all I can stand in the way of human connection, when it isn't her. I want you to lower me because I'm too good for her.ĭon't love me, don't caress me. We want to see each other suffer because we are starving and we need to feel that someone else is.ĭon't hold back. I want you to hurt me because I'm not him, and I want to hurt you because you're not her. I am starving, and so are you: I want your teeth. I don't want you to touch me gently, or ask if I'm alright, or stop to look into my eyes. Pleasure is for people who have what they want.īut for those of us who are starving, ours is best peppered with suffering.īeing with someone who understands that carries its own worth. It is a comfort only very damaged people understand- the tacit agreement to cause pain, and to receive it. There is something beautiful about two sad people who agree to hurt each other. 'This is my proof that i would have tried if i had known.' I tilted the candle holding the flame over my right wrist. (Did you know they make candles like that? The candlewax did not spill or drip at all. Ill feel the pain and it will remind me that i am alive.

If something happens ill catch it before it gets too bad. Holding a taper candle, staring into its flame.Īt first, for a bit, i was worried about candle wax dripping down and spilling over my hands and onto either my bedsheets or the carpet.