Poetry drafts

Violent and childish

I want to live inside his body. Carve memories of us into his insides so that he’ll never forget me. He tells me he thinks my lips are soft as I dig my teeth into him, hoping to break the skin to get closer to him. My love for you is violent and childish as it tears it’s way into you begging for more than touch. I yearn for your affection the same way as a needy child does to it’s absent parent. I’ll repeat “I love you” like an apology that never could grow up into its full potential.