lust
Why being a lover feels like destroying yourself sometimes
I call it the eighth deadly sin :
not paying attention to your girlfriend/boyfriend anymore.
Redemption never comes, in fact
God thought about a punishment for that and created
the third human, besides Adam and Eve.
It’s called a lover.
It’s paradoxically, contradicting the Decalogue,
but weird are God’s ways.
Aren’t them?
A lover is a sinner itself but he’s never punished
directly.
His punishment comes from within,
like an auto-destruction timer.
Once you engage in your mission,
the clock starts.
I know he’s way dumber than me
and I’m way more creative than him.
He never gives you your freedom,
makes sex to you like a plank,
not grabbing your hair, not biting your
neck, not kissing every part of your body.
Actually, Eve, he only lifts the leave
which covers your Madonna lily.
I think you loved at me the part that
I only loved flesh.
I am the supreme carnivorous.
I can’t stand the fact that you two
only have pity sex.
I hate pity.
In my acception, this feeling is insulting me.
I am bloodthirsty, I want your teeth deep down
in my chest, biting every piece of
sacramental feeling.
The last time you came to my place,
I was afraid for the first time in my life.
I was afraid that I was good for you,
that I made you happy beyond
flesh and blood.
Babe, don’t you want to follow
a natural pattern?
The one of the praying mantis.
Can you, please, rip my head off
my shoulders?
This way, I won’t be able to
overthink everything.
You can use my body in all the ways
possible.
I’m killing myself little by little with
every photo with you two that I see
and believe me :
there are a lot of them!
I know you can’t leave him,
I just can’t get used to it.
There’s a good thing, nevertheless:
we will all meet in hell.
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Submitted to ArtParasites by Ionuț Cristache
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