to my new lover, a confession.

i want to disappear into your skin sometimes, take you all in and allow you to have me as well. i want to break your ribs and make a shelter within them, protecting me from those who have ever trespassed against me and all of those who are making plans to do so. cover me in your blood, angel, make one out of our tears, sweat, voices that echo against my bedrooom walls, pleading for more of you and less of me. shrink me down until i fit in the palm of your hand, crumble me up like a discarded piece of paper and keep me in your jacket pocket until the next time you need to be reminded of home. be my home, angel. keep me close, don't ever let me go, because even if you do, even if you scream and throw pots and pans, set all of my imported cigarettes on fire so i can't go out to smoke every time you lay between my thighs, i will be here, waiting for you with open arms and a gentle smile. i would rather walk through hell with you than explore heaven with anyone else.