Love me...

Love me, like a virgin cigar,

Burn for me, like a match you strike to incinerate,

Bleed, like the cut you just picked the scab off,

Hear me out, like the sermon given by the priest of a church you want to bring down,

Sing to me, like the silence screams its symphonies,

Find me out, like that angry reply on the tip of your tongue, but too vulgar to speak loudly,

Play me, like the game you’ve stopped playing coz of the lack of desire, not skill,

Grasp me, like the verses of a language you’ve never heard before,

Breathe me, like the air which is diminishing every minute,

Crave me, like a touch, so evanescent,

Taint me, like the truth, which never was, and in no way will be,

Talk to me, like that eccentric concept of yourself in the mirror,

Doubt me, like a cheap copy of myself,

Defy me, like the law you’ve made to keep yourself sound,

Judge me like the blemish you’ve hidden, even from yourself,

Miss me, like the desert yearns for the rain,

Regret me, like shattered time,

Erase me, like a verse that doesn’t rhyme,

Hold me, like a tree grasps its mature fruit,

Single me out, like that single drop of water that quenched your last flame,

Follow me, like that shadow in the obscurity,

…And, soar with me, into the sun, the light of which will never be enough to brighten up your world!