sukume quotes

Soulmate is too soft a word for the string that tied my heart to yours.

You touch me like I am everything you asked god for. Underneath your hands I become poetry. This is the alchemy that you do.

You — my hunger, my ruin.

...I thought of your body as one thinks of murder.

Wishing I could lick the grief from your lips, consume your miseries & sate myself on your despair.

He wants to corrupt me. and I let him.

You got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds.

"My dirty angel," he said gruffly. “Created to please and torture me. My heaven on earth."

You, a poem, half-buried in the soil of spring, my fingers dirt-stained from reading you by touch alone.

If there's one thing I am sure of, I am sure that you have always belonged with me.

I wish we met before they convinced you life was war.

Is this what I get for loving a god?

Destroy my desires, eradicate my ideals, show me something better, and I will follow you.

One of us wants to eat, one of us is going to be swallowed up in little pieces.

i don't think you've ever felt anything that didn't hurt you.

He found the wild trapped within my heart. Instead of trying to tame it, he tore the cage apart.

I submit my soul to the disaster of loving you.

His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love.

There are a million ways to bleed, but you are by far my favorite.

I wasn't fooled. I knew you at once.

I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.

"I can bear your flesh on mine..."

His teeth sink deeper.

"Your blood on my tongue, and the scars of your love on my back."

I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.

Even if I see you again, I will never see you again.

When you come back, you will not be you. And I may not be I.

and everything about you makes my frozen heart race.

It's a fitting punishment for a monster. To want something so much—to hold it in your arms and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it.

Darling, I will never be good. My hands are dirty with blood but it's okay, 'cause yours are too.

"Mine," he whispers.

"Yours," I breathe.

"I want the part of you that you refuse to give."