I wish that you would fight for me. I wish that you were strong. There are no heroes anymore, we just sing their songs. Hold me, press me to your breast, hard enough for me to leave an imprint on your bones, I want to be part of you forever. I dream about you grinding me into the ground like a cigarette, forcing yourself so far inside of me that I rip. When you see those rivulets of precious blood coursing down my thighs, know that my body weeps for you. I don’t know how to tell you that I love you without using my blood, my saliva, my orgasms, my semen, my excrement. I would write your name in my shit across the town for all to see if only you would be mine. If only you would love me.
Charlie Dagwell, the poor boy, I don't think he quite knew what he was getting himself into.