I want your hands all over my body.
I want you to kiss me lIke you’re starving.
I want you to
put your clothes back on.
I need you
to understand that I feel like an after thought to my parents,
so I need you
to need me like you have to sleep,
to be what you think of every night,
and the mourning, I need you to accept that it never ends,
that there’s ravenous hands where my heart should be,
grabbing, pulling, scratching,
we’re on your phone watching edits,
that I must not be human.