You could pull out all my hair
And
Pluck out my eyes
And
Eat them in front of me
Like
Spaghetti and meatballs
And
I would still kiss you
When
You were done.
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Benjamin Grossman 
You love a hannibal?!?
Me? Now? Never, no. Though maybe once before, unfortunately.
Ok
Haha, that’s deep man, funny, and also a little grim. I especially liked the comparison to spaghetti and meatballs, Well written and poetic 🙌👌
Thanks. I greatly appreciate hearing your feedback. I think you’re right. Perhaps I was going for some sort of dark humor feel.
This is pretty intense!! :)) I also like reading the comments… Is this some of that darker fiction you were referring to perchance, Benjamin? :)) I do like the way it clearly communicates mad infatuation, a very wild feeling!! Love the title 👌
It’s fiction, yes. But everything is inspired but some kind of real-life experience, I think. Well … usually. Yes, “mad infatuation”. Good words to use. I could not recommend this kind of relationship to anyone, even in an abstract sense.
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Insanely beautiful.. True mad love!
Yes. “Insanely beautiful”: a perfect description!
Truly, madly, deeply.
I’ve just finished reading (or re-reading parts of :)) your blog, and this is the only post on your whole blog I hadn’t “liked” yet. I will like it now because it came from you 💛, but I could not stand the thought of this happening to anyone, let alone you. But I think that when we are wildly infatuated it can feel like this is happening spiritually, especially when it feels unreciprocated. Definitely powerfully evoked.
THANK YOU! Really, I can’t thank you enough for your support. I like how you speak of this “spiritual happening”. This is maybe what really effects us. Thanks again!
Poetry has done something odd to me. I experience that feeling or something like it at least, in waves. Once just the other day. Very very painful. But one keeps on! And tries to remember to see the love around us. “Love Is Actually All Around…” :))
You’re right. Love is everywhere. And poetry is there to make you think and feel. Enjoy your night!
Now you’ve got me thinking and feeling again. :)) Thanks, yes, you are right… and/but to what end? And what is the point of hitting send? The very questions I started with when I first managed to unblock myself and again pick up a (digital) pen. You too… have a nice day/night. Thanks for all your reading/helping, Ben; has been wonderful to read your work, and interesting interacting with you online. Best wishes and happy novelling to you. :)) 💛
Thanks 🙂 Likewise!