If I Wanted You (REPOST)

If I wanted you, Id be wearing your skin like clothing. I'd trace your blood along my body with my fingertips. Pointing, and trailing down to my abyss that screams your name.

If I wanted you, you'd be stained from head to toe with the crimson of my lips. You'd be drenched entirely in my desire, gasping for air with your fists clenched.

If I wanted you, you'd be rooted deep within me. I'd cut out all your vital organs, and then disassemble you. I'd hide the best of you deep inside me, keeping you warm and out of sight of intrusive hands.

But if I didn't want you, I would never be claimed by thoughts of ways to see my pain pour out of me. I would hunt the path to a smile of my own, and never once look back at all the skeletons you created.

I wouldn't be burned by your landscapes, or crippled by your uncharted waters.

I'd be breathing.