the tender ones are mighty delicious.
i have become especially good at making gourmet cuisine from their insecurities.
stealing them and devouring them, injesting it all.
making it part of myself.
their laughs and smiles are tinkling bells.
feather like caresses that flutter around my heart.
they can't hurt me with their sugary ways.
every curve is pulling me in.
wisps of hair that i can twirl around my fingers.
sensitivity and vulnerability that i can feel.
my nose snuggles into sweet fragrant shoulders.
your doing the same as me, only differently.
we are both drowning in them.
i build.
you destroy.
i destroy myself to build them.
to build you.
you destroyed me.
you will destroy them.
you will destroy yourself.
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