How can I make you love me again?
Is it like that time when I first cooked you dinner?
And I spoilt the custard.
I sifted it and you tried to stir it.
I added more vanilla, cream, sugar.
It still tasted burnt.
Is that what has happened?
Are we burnt out?
You say we need to stop fighting.
I say we need to stop fighting this.
We discovered something so delicious, so
Pleasurable, and so....good.
But Love is poison.
I am poison. A black widow,
prepared to take out revenge on
all the shit that man has given me.
I am a wave of anger with no
thought to who stands in my way.
I will drive a bullet into my heart
and into yours.
The hearts that are mine.
So will you love me again?
The creator of spilt tears?
And spoiled custard?
Don't speak, be mute.