bud / blossom
As I watched you get dressed in the dim glow of the nightlight; as you were carefully checking for the usual and incriminating cliches - the traces of lipstick I may have left behind, cerise rashes at all your favorite places, or the foreign perfume that is my signature scent - inside, a monster stirred and I knew that I wanted you all to myself.
Secretly I wished she’d find my venom on your collar, or my name in your unconscious mumbles. To break you and your love for her so that I can reach under your skin and mend your shattered bones. You are not something I have right claim to but to hell with that - this is what love is all about.
~ hannah p
