he speaks with blades between his teeth
unsteady of what to say
fear he will hurt her
his tongue as a flame, spitting fire in her lungs
everything he does,
a mistake that can't be undone
with knifes on his lips
each word they slip
falling down to her body.
where she takes the hit.

she lays there amongst every
weapon from his mouth
knifes, blades. fire
but the worst one is the gun

he speaks words that will shoot through her heart
and once again
she simply
falls
apart...

he beats her with his words
but his hands remain still
his touch is gentle
his heart is just ill
he needs his flower to teach him to grow
a love like hers
is all he has ever known.

she wraps her vines around his mind
trying to calm the beast inside..
as the flowers grow
peace fills him up high
he finds his security
in the love she provides

a love like this?.. will NEVER die