pomegranate

!! [ pomegranate poetry that has to do w/ love devotion ] !!

! warning : bløød & ørgan mentions !

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i’m bitter.

nothing less, don’t dare to rip that

away from my arms they held sweet

i’m sour, unsatisfactory, don’t attempt to be patient

w/ me, for

i’m patient myself, and myself is all that’s necessary.

i’m a struggle to dissect and a pain to witness, i

refuse to settle myths like lovesickness, for my

blood runs vast yet still tastes like tragedy.

i’m inevitable to your desire, and i only crave to remain like so.

yet for now, i only ache for this love spell to wear off and turn cold.

opposing to my heart, ensured to fulfill you gravely

my blood to hold your hand just as quick as the heart beats

hold my limbs to the warmth of your fingertips

let my organs indulge on yours fully, almost to a replacement

tell me it tastes lovely, places you at ease

and savor my eyes, upholding their tears, for 

it’s the sweetest part, my dear.

i adore the burning sensation,

for it is nothing i’ve ever tasted before.