Feed and swallow.

I fed you love. Not only from a silver platter but from my heart,

my soul, my blood, my bones.

And you still spit it out? What kind of animal are you? Why do you

not want it? Is it that hard for you to swallow love? What are your

demons my love? How much do they scare you that you are afraid

of me? I swear I’d lick blood from swords and floors after killing

your haunting creatures.

Just please. Would you let me love you?

Hiraeth