Ever felt those intense moments of wanting to ruin something beautiful?

I wanted to just rip you apart, just now, just before.
Climb inside of you and feel my way around, slowly, surely, quickening the pace only ever so slightly, beating to the rhythm of your inner workings, and letting myself move a little rougher, a little harder, that much faster, and then slight slowing of the cycle, then repeat.

Until you couldn't take it anymore, and you writhed underneath me, and heaved on top of me, and combusted right through me, and you were scared, shivering, small, pleading me to give you more time, space, room to breathe.

And then- like some long-cresting wave that crashed down on vulnerable shores, like some floodgate blasted open, like a disease that's learnt to be immune to it's own antibody, the sudden rush, too much at once, too fast a heartbeat, too quick a breath to ever supply anywhere near enough oxygen..

I wanted to sit inside of you and burn you from the inside out. I wanted to feel your submission on the way you moved your hips against mine. I wanted to give and take and give and let it all flow out of me. Move that grip tighter around my neck, i kind of like the feeling of not being able to breathe...

I wanted to destroy myself. Because you're so beautiful,it may have destroyed you with me. Beauty is too fragile to ever keep surviving.

Can you still breathe??