I want to touch you. I want to touch every stupid part of you I never had the guts to feel when I had you. 

I want to make up for all the times I could have felt your heart pulsing beneath the palm, but hesitated.

I want to snake my hands up your shirt and touch everything that always made you so ashamed.

I want to make you feel good, like you made me feel. I want to trace it in your skin.

I want to leave enough bruises to take your blood away.

I want to sink my teeth into you and give you another jagged scar to hide,

I want to tear you open and make you feel every violent thing you made me feel.

I want to be able to feel without shoving deep in me and letting it fester.

I want to be enough for your gluttony.

I want want want want want, oh- how I crumble with it, but most of all:

I want to feel whole without you.