the more you bleed
the deeper the passion
so
i
severed
your
jugular
and soaked myself in our crimson romance

I crept into your room last night
I left holding a secret
Between
My
Thighs

if.
you.
ever.
touch.
me.
again.
i.
will.
rip.
off.
your.
*****.
with.
my.
TEETH

this monologue is getting repetitive
and
rather


lonely.

god
must have been
drunk
when he decided to create you
it's the only explanation
for
your
vile
existence

*****
no
amount
of
makeup
can
hide
that
toxicity

magic.
the very first breath of a brand new baby

magic.
the unsuspecting kiss from a teenage crush

magic.
walking down that isle towards your forever person

magic.
front stage at the concert of your favourite musician

magic.
the moment you discover that you are a poet