Starved out at the table
haven't let anyone put their hands on me in a couple of years
I'm goddamn starved out and soaked through with tears
all scarred-tissued sweet — fucking starving for something to eat
grew up trying to stomp it out of me on fractured concrete
it was bloody and it was ugly like what they did to me
empty-bodied from all the love they tried to shove into me
and now the table's in front of me and I can't beat the hunger out
wondering why I still let every set of teeth gore me throughout
scared to look in the mirror and see how there's nothing left of me
all of my bones are slowly getting the best of me
so I took my handholding and left it with a piece of my morality
now it's out of reach and it still eats away at me
scared I've grown up some kind of wrong — macerated for too long
sitting here while all of my hunger cues grow some kind of strong
secretly praying for a mouth to lick the pain away
so I press bruises into my legs every guilt-ridden sunday
but it never works because when they fade I just forget again
and I'll let him — I always let them
I can't keep my fucking head on straight when he's looking at me
thinking of all the times he drove up passed the side of me
and if I want him in the way I said I'd never do
he'd have my hands around his neck and he knows it's true
and if he takes the parts of me he promised he would never take
I'd take his limbs and make sure there's nothing left to break
but when he said I’m sure you’re the type to take a hit I agreed
everybody knows I'll keep going even if it starts to bleed
anything could be enough to save me in the right light
he walked up to me in the late afternoon sun like such a sight
it's been too long since I got it and even longer since I wanted it
letting it eat at all the parts of me telling myself he started it
and I know he's just a cold fever — gold seeker with nothing to win
he drove up up like a sinner before it started to feel like a sin
yesterday through today until tomorrow drags on repeat
I made a fool of myself down on that street
'cause I'm lying through my teeth when I say that he can't have me
and I'm only acting this cool when he’s looking at me
telling him he couldn't make me do anything even if he wanted to
but my body's the same as the front door I let him walk through
he rumbles through all my transgressions and it drones
I couldn't help myself from letting it rattle through these bones
never knowing which way to go through an open doorway
— the hunger never goes away
and I came up empty when he put his hands all over me
his fingers in between my ribs like they'd would never stop me
it wasn't pretty like the movies — it was hungry like a body
how I swayed the wrong way and he caught me
and he told me I tasted like more — I know that's for sure
the honey on my tongue is slowly rotting my teeth and it's torture
but I knew damn well what I was getting myself into
there's not enough life left in me to pretend 'cause I always do
I'll chew holes in whatever's left — I'll go until there's nothing left
and I know I'm no good so why do I still want to be the best?
praying on my knees there's a heaven out there for me but I doubt it
there comes a point in life where you own up or you lie about it
and that time will come soon enough if I don't hold him off me
we're both fucking starved out and we're both going hungry
sitting at the table that he wants to put me through
I should've sewn my mouth shut back when I still I wanted to
and now I’m going hungry — and I’m unable
God knows tomorrow’s flies will start slowly dying on the table
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I love that the whole fandom agreed Stede topped the first time.
However, if you think that's how they will keep doing it forever you are wrong. Stede finally got the man he wanted and got to do something so good with him it made Edward Teach throw out his leathers and become a housewife, and now that he got a taste, this hedonistic little man who found out what Good Sex With Someone You Love is like, is about to try every flavor of it. he will see Ed having a good time and think 'I want what he's having'
And Ed. Look at him and tell me that's not a man who's willing to do anything to make his boyfriend happy, and this is not a look of somebody who Will introduce this repressed man to his prostate later. That's a service top in the making.
They are two super inventive, imaginative men who are so obsessed with each other and trust each other, who live in the middle of nowhere. if you do not think they will invent 858 new ways to have sex, probably publish a new Kamasútra for queer pirates and publish it in hard binding and sell it at the inn's gift shop, you're wrong
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