I'll take a bitter kiss
if it heals the pain in my chest.
Bed-sheets stink of hate and unrest;
My nostrils fill with the smell of blood.
Hers. Mine. Ours. It smells like regret.
But all is well;
It must be for the best.
Still I'll take a bitter kiss
over a night of hateful, fierce ***
If it heals the pain in my chest,
If it's what you think is best,
If it calms this weary flood.
These sheets stink of blood.
Cut me until I cannot heal;
Steal me until I cannot feel.
Then I will rest, alone in a field
of scarlet flowers
and azure starlight
and no regrets.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
I'll take a bitter kiss
if it heals the pain in my chest.
Bed-sheets stink of hate and unrest;
My nostrils fill with the smell of blood.
Hers. Mine. Ours. It smells like regret.
But all is well;
It must be for the best.
Still I'll take a bitter kiss
over a night of hateful, fierce ***
If it heals the pain in my chest,
If it's what you think is best,
If it calms this weary flood.
These sheets stink of blood.
Cut me until I cannot heal;
Steal me until I cannot feel.
Then I will rest, alone in a field
of scarlet flowers
and azure starlight
and no regrets.
