I miss feeling specifically your pulse between my fingers. There's a warmth and softness to it that no one else has. Anyone else is cold, foreign, just another target.



I miss biting down and tasting your blood on my damned bitter tongue. You're a weak, pathetic little thing, and I want to fucking feel that again.



I want to defend you from any who might do fucking harm, just to turn back around and do it myself. But can that be "Love"? Keeping you safe to myself, just to fucking betray you?