You Suck

Thoughts of you pulse through my veins
like tempestuous blood and I thirst for you,
addicted and pale, worn, emotionally spent
the worst of you now part of me forever.

Older and no wiser I cannot stop the bleeding
no amount of pressure stops the drain,
the flow of me into you, and I want, I want you.
All of you surrounding me, devoted and pure,
mainlined into my greedy consciousness.

There is a place prepared for you
a seat at the right-hand side of my god.
All that you are can find purchase within me.
I can stopper your sorrow and grief, your wonder
Willingly I invite you in, my mind reaches out,
echoing and the waves ripple from our horizon.