Burning Muse

Fall Into My Gravity: Crumbs Link post

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fallthroughme:

I give out my love in teaspoons, but only to the sick, the frail, the mentally imbalanced—they are the ones who swallow my brand of affection, their Adam’s apple sinking down their throat as they they take what I’m offering so freely into their mouth, letting me soften around their lips and melt on the surface of their tongue. My edges flake like burnt sugar, crumbling and collapsing into itself until the granules of my soul sweeten their souls while their nibbles simultaneously cut into my raw flesh, their breath leaving an imprint of their self newly healed by my love.

But I give of myself so much, give myself away so frequently, that only a little bit remains, one crumb that I hide away, waiting to be offered meekly to the one who is neither sick nor frail, neither criminal nor imbalanced. But I would be so afraid to even offer that little bit, because not only would I fear that it would not be enough for him, but I would also fear that I would give too much of me. He would have all of me, a marionette all too willing to give the puppet master her strings; he would have the power to keep me, to destroy me. But he wouldn’t. He doesn’t need to swallow me, because he is already whole. For him, it would just be enough to hold me, to plant me in his roots until I start to grow again. 

I haven’t met him yet, but he is out there. Searching for someone like me. Someone who’s not going to try to fix him but just to be with him. I am patient. I can wait… 

But until then, step in line to get your piece of me.