Ruin me.
The parts of me that have built walls against desire and love.
Wear down my edges until I am shapeless,
soft clay in your hands,
sculpted by your fingertips,
breath by breath, word by word.

Unravel me slowly, like thread pulled from a seam,
exposing all the frayed, fragile places within,
the ones I kept hidden, guarded,
until you came to dismantle my walls,
brick by brick, kiss by kiss.

Yes, tear me down,
until all that remains is this raw ache,
this hunger only you can soothe,
only you can deepen.

For this is how we were meant to be—
to love with reckless abandon,
to lose ourselves entirely. Then build with another, two souls intertwined, entangled,
each breath a...