Junji Ito Love
Despite the distance,
Always returning,
Always twisting,
Into the spirals center.
Your love for me,
Simply, divine as can be,
Pure as honey,
From the killing tree.
Despite all the shapes,
The fault that other people have made,
Our love,
The only one that fits.
Standing still,
Feet forever frozen,
Unable to move from the horror,
Of not being able to love you sooner.
Your beauty,
Beyond skin deep,
Eyes stabbing into my soul,
Begging for more love.
I shake,
Trembling in fear,
Hoping to please you,
Begging for your loves return.
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