In your basement, I grow cold Thinking back to what I was always told "Don't talk to strangers or you might fall in love"

He always say he's lonely whenever he calls you. Never I miss you nor I want to see you. Just lonely.

Freezer bride, your sweet divine You devour like smoked bovine hide How funny, I never considered myself tough

You couldn't remember how you met him. But Suna does, even if he says otherwise.

He'd say the time he saw you at the party, but not the actual first time when he saw you walking past the fictional section in the library. How your eyes scanned around each spine of a book, fingers grazing as if feeling the title, letting the story seep into your skin.

You're so handsome, walking over to me now

He opened the door with the usual glint in his eye. You're unsure of what it meant. You never learned to read him, but you know fully well how his mouth tastes.

You're so handsome when I'm all over your mouth

You never see him, but Suna keeps his eyes open whenever he kisses you. Watching you, memorizing the softness of your features, etching it in his mind so his heart could beat of you. He would never admit it. He would never say he wanted more. He'll have you in any way he can, even if you were at arm's length.

I tried to be good, am I no good? Am I no good? Am I no good? With my memory restricted to a Polaroid in evidence

His eyes darted to the photo he took with his Instax. A photo of the two of you kissing in the dark. He keeps it on the coffee table so he'd see it when he sits on the couch, when he leaves and comes home, or whenever he walks around his apartment.

I just wanted to be yours, can I be yours? Can I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours If I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick

Suna feels so sick for not having all of you. His stomach quivering with such need of consuming you whole and being devoured back.