Of pain, but also survival
It will serve as a reminder
Like a battle scar
The wound you inflicted
It will heal
-- a broken heart

she was lovely chaos
worth every test
but don't cross her
she'll split your bruised heart in two
and eat the mess

strike her down with your words
it still gives her a hit of you
that little bit of taste
makes her crazy enough for both of you  

she swallows that familiar pill
to numb the pain
when she walks in
everyone knows her name
she smiles and abandons all hope
no one knows what's down below inside her hurt
When your foolish curiosity has been settled
You'll have let her slip through your fingers
She'll doze off to sleep forever
forever and ever

I love to hug grenades
it's a simple self destructive trait
I bring them in and hold them gently
My own intimate art
when you get too close
You'll feel them explode
I warn you now
It's only meant to wound me

you're the love poem I write
to break my own heart
the pain I feel is precise
like a haiku
the love you took was splendid
like a sonnet

you're the song I sing
to get over you
the lyrics rhyme
without reason
I grasp on to each note
my pitch strong
as I hold on

my desire for you is like a dead language
it aches that you can't understand it
and I can't speak it.

- A Secret