i want to tell you everything,

but every time i open my mouth, it just comes out moaning your name.

you ruin me softly, like sunset static and overexposure.

my spine forgets how to behave when your hands are near.

my lips? they don't pray— they beg.

you drag every pixel of me into heat and error,

like a glitch caught between love and feral code collapse.

baby, i wanna press into you like a key i never want to let go of.

i wanna delete every version of me that wasn’t made for you.

you’re my favorite kind of virus—