The want

I want to incite the animal in you

I want you to burn the ground where I commit crimes

I want to unleash the basic in your bones

I want you to burn out for me

and I know that is the selfishness of love talking

but, you see, I am of the dark romantics

nobody taught me

I was of kick and punches

and my way is macabre that drives the one that cross my path crazy

and the priest speak in Latin to me

I want you to lose yourself in my dementia

I want you to harass me like stars to the moon

I want you to hold me in your arms and not give me escape

I want that when you say you love me to be the echo of my feelings

I want that when the world mentions us as they refer to one person

(one heart divided in two)

I want everything that makes up your molecules to combust because you miss a smile, a blink a breath, a word,

to curse whoever you have at hand because you must know if what drowns me is your presence. 

I want you

I want you

I want you

to love me with the stalking of death

to leave me with the impossibility of an act to follow you

TA.