🌘Minty🌿

Sometimes I can't tell if you are dumb or just don't care. Probably a mixture of both. I don't blame you though. I just wish you could see me. It's selfish I know, but am I evil for wishing you knew my favorite food. I guess food isn't your strong suit is it.

Your bad habits frustrate yet intrigue me. I want to fix you and make you healthy but sometimes I want to make you worse so I can nurture you and you can find value in me. I want you to need me. I need you to need me. You make me so angry.

I want hannigram yuri. I am femme Hannibal lector. I want to eat your flesh I want to ruin you, but I also want to cherish and nurture you. I want to spoil you with all desires you can ever imagine while Imagining opening up your skull and studying your brain.

I, myself, have never received one because no one knows who I am. Not even me, I don't know the real me. I don't know who I am beyond what I can be for others. My organs are the real me. They only exist to keep me alive and they are their true authentic selves.

"Hip hip HARRAHH" I say before I stab the knife into my stomach, opening my abdomen to take out my intestines. My bare skin quickly becomes covered in heaps of hot, thick blood. I hold my guts in its first true loving embrace.