I know you’re no good for me, that your love will be the end of me, but I can’t bring myself to care.
You’re beautiful, so beautiful it overrides my reason. I love you and want you and need you.
I shall possess you, and we two shall, for a brief time, be one.
Should you turn on me when we’re through, I’ll accept this for what it is.
Should you consume my body, I’ll accept it the way I accept that your love has consuming my soul.
I’ll do my best to nourish you.
It’s all I can do.