poem on how love changes ppl!!<3 :o

cause this is what real love is

it is corruption

it is ripping and tearing and destroying

it is mending, puzzle pieces not in the same place

our love was born from filth

from pissed stained bathroom floors

and the taste of tears and sweat

mingling in one mouth

love is a wolf devouring prey

blood stained maw, wine soaked fur

it is the very act of copulation

right after a kill, the smell fresh on our skin

mein leibe, mein herz

god forbid he try to pry us apart

for we already are one

connected by our bodies and our hunger

so let me pleasure you indefinitely

the scars on our bodies art

the scars on our minds tallies

for each time we consume/consummate