wild child

have you ever loved somebody so much it shook you to the core? 

have you ever felt the forest fire fingertips belonging to someone filled with charred reminders of a past composed of burned bridges?

calloused hands, shaking hands that will hold you like they are on the verge of losing you

hands that are his mother's, hands that spent too many years destroying the very person that they were supposed to be building 

chaotic child with a messy, brown mop of hair on his head who strives to be everything they said he would never be, never could be. wild child, he makes me want to leave home and never look back.

there was a time before him and there was a time before me but I don't think the world has ever known something as wonderful as him

maybe I am biased, I do not care 

beautiful boy, his mind runs rampid with creativity and knowledge alike 

yet his kiss yields a twangy sadness, the bitter aftertaste that only years of pain can leave behind 

run to me, child. I will protect him from every evil thing there is 

because inside that shell there is a spirit so youthful and kind, a gentle soul that has been locked away out of the fear of betrayal from those who dare to come close. 

hungry boy, he will come to me and I will let him feast on my pomegranate heart. 

he will devour the very last thing I have to offer him in a storm of lust and vigor,

and I will watch.

I will smile as he looks up at me with juice-stained lips, I will ignore the pain caused unintentionally by his dirty fingernails as he searches for the seeds.

"Eat, beautiful boy. You have known this kind of hunger for far too long."