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I can be anything you want 
I can be anything you want 
I can be anything
that you want, you want

And you want somebody fit and muscly
You want somebody hung with a bubblebutt
That „Sinner stud fucked bareback by big daddy waddy“ 
You want to have fun - yet you can’t define what fun is
You want someone who knows what they want
You want someone stable and reliable.
You celebrate „being edgy“ and you’re into „being different“
I can be all those things - I can be anything you want
I can be anything you want, yet you don’t want me 

When does devotion turn into sacrifice?

My love is a tree
And I feed you my fruits, when you’re hungry
I provide shade, when you’re hot
I break my branches to build a fire, when you’re cold
I can be anything you want
I offer all that I have to give. 
And I give - you take. I give and you take.

Next to all the trees around me I feel less
Less fruitful, less impactful, less grounded
I feel the soil fading away until there is no nutrition left
Then flies cover my leftover goods
Worms slowly eating holes through my insides
I give and I give and then I give up.

Slowly melting and collapsing in on myself
Only a skeleton remains with rotten flesh hanging of the bones
While waiting to be buried, I thank all the insects that have taken an interest in me.
Thank you for feeding off of me, thank you for digesting me
Thank you for coming to my funeral

I can be anything you want and I can be anything I want

Red Spider Lily
The red spider lily also known as the corpse flower or flower of resurrection is seen to foreshadow someones death and used to protect the undead.
Here a part of me dies, and it is the Me who keeps blinding myself. It is the Me who drinks my own poison, my own piss and it is the Me who keeps piercing through the sense of mine.
Mimic the feeling of love, copious amounts of which occur in me. I rub salt into the wound, numb it and close my eyes.
To let my passing turn into fertile ground. To let a seed emerge and dance on its own powers.