sainthood of an open sore

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there are open mouthed wounds in you that you try to sew up with my words of love and I let you take them from my mouth - I let you tear them from the tip of my tongue and roll it out onto your skin as a balm - my words become a psalm a hymn a prayer to resurrect you - why why why am I always your savior but become the scapegoat - the killer - why are my holy water infested tears drops of sweat from your brow that can bless me from blindness but my open sores and sawed off diamond teeth more monster than the gashes you left on my neck over night? - I saw an angel when we first met golden haired green eyed he told me to not love you to ruins - I loved you anyways - and now you preach your sermons to the choir of girls with chewed off lower lips / crusting mascara from holy water holy oil holy nothings that drip from your brow and boys with no eyes just the body of a martyr hanging for pupils / just bloodied thorns as spikes no as pendulums no as lines speckled about an iris - and I see that angel again sometimes - he asks me why I loved you to ruins - and when I tell him I was never a savior or a punisher I was just the lamb prepared on an altar - he tells me I am the lamb and the oracle holding the knife - my beautiful sinner, he tells me as he sees my arms hollowed from scooping where your fingers had bruised me, you loved him to your ruin - you should have let me save you - he whispers into my open mouth at night when you are gone and my bed is cold and the sores on my body are branded in wine colored kisses left by clenched fists the size of grapefruits - let me love you / let me love you to restoration / let me bring you home







@tillmore because she is finally coming back to wattpad soon and I have missed her and her gorgeous writing so much, she is a goddess 

@sweetsternum-  who is the sweetest angel with the most encouraging words who deserves nothing but soft love songs to sing her to sleep

@skytaints how could i ever thank you, you beautiful evening rose, for being such a kind soul and incredible muse

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