I love how you love. How you pour your heart into a hollow soul. How you stare at the void in their eyes, willing to be sucked in, to run dry. But do not give it to me. Take your love somewhere else, or maybe give it to yourself. Darling, I am greedy. I am no void, I am worse. The thing you see is not me, but pieces of other people stitched together. I'll tear your limbs and wrap them around me. I'll wear your skin as mine. I'd keep your heart to feel its beat.