Grayscale

My love how long have you been crushing me, twisting my vulnerable soul in utmost disfigurement?
how long have you been tearing me apart, like i was your midnight popcorn, grinded between your sacred molars?
i'd been trying to imitate Eros, trying to shoot you with my love potion arrow, still you evaded every painfull shot like you were some attic cat
you had eyes that scorch my very soul, they look and they command, and i submit, and you my love, my queen, my enslaving queen, become my goddess
the contours of your face become the path upon which my hungry spirit run naked and
roses comes out of your lithe mouth when you speak and its torns, in my heart, burry deep
crucify me then my sweet painfull goddess, for there is no where in the world that i would rather be, other than the punishing walls of being without you...
how long..
how far..
it wouldn\'t matter..
nothing matters..
but YOU.