#Zib poem to Zim

[crypticoctoberdays]

⚠️Triggering content such as toxic relationships, addiction, strong language, and self harm. You have been warned. This is all fictional.⚠️

Day 25: Taste for blood

I can taste your blood in my mouth. The sensation of flesh as your guts rip out. It getting my high. I feel so alive. My mind a buzz like bees in a hive. You’re my dream. My cyanide. I get dunk off your lies. You feed me a feast my eyes gone wide. As my heart goes out you stitch my mouth shut. Keeping your secrets even in death. Your love tastes sweat like candy but it is my suicide. I’d die a million time and shed a thousand tears if I could have a love this pure. You’re getting me drunk off of your lies but perhaps I was blind. You make me sick. You speak to my soul. Why won’t you let me go. It’s toxic to feel this way. Let me rot and melt away. My fingers scrape in this coffin as I feel my sanity decay. You whisper it will be okay but I know not today. You’re the devil, a demon, a skank yet a whore can’t love me this way. You’re my jagged broken glass paradise. You are just like me and together we make we. It’s toxic, it’s not, a paradox. A parasitic parade of magic together we make a symphony. A meltdown melodramatic musical. We are what they teach in school. Don’t do drugs, don’t have sex, don’t get together with your ex. We love, we laugh, we live, we kill, we die. Choking on crystal cigarettes we coat in powdered suicide. A substance so sweet that I was never the same and so we meet. At the end of the street we hold hands and gaze at the hellfire sun set of the remains of our lives. We set the blaze all on our own. We build a new home. You’re bad, you’re good, you’re toxic, you’re my antidote. I love you. I hate you. You rewired my brain. Weaved together flesh, I’ll never be the same. To them we’re strange but this is normal in a fucked up kind of way. We feed each glass and laugh but we take each other to the hospital when sick. This isn’t glamorous. This isn’t bliss. Yet somehow this is something I’ll miss. A kiss of life, a kiss of death. I love you like I hate you and this is the best. Yet together we bash in our skulls and bulldoze the rest. My roaches to my rats there’s no one like you and I. I hope we will never die. Together it is just you and I. Nothing will ever taste this sweet for your love is nothing I can quit. You’re my hateful addiction. I’ll overdose. Yet if I lose you I’ll miss you the most.