"You are killing me."
"Only in self defense", I
banter back at her.
A massive bastard
but it's in my gene pool and
therefore my nature
Sexual choking,
pulling her hair and pushing
her throat in my hand.
Tell your boyfriend that
you want to fuck someone else
but you still love him.
Branded with bite marks.
I let her tear me apart,
inside and/or out.
Listening to her
short breaths between my tight palms.
just like an angel.
I'm of the angels;
horrific, unnatural.
Gorgeous, but rarely.
Nothing in this damn
mistake of an existence
is flinching at me.
-She believes in some
value system that merits
her 'good" behavior.
-She has a conscience.
The notion seems so naive
looking back I guess.
I have great secrets;
I get away with murder
(Metaphorical).
Typical bastard
with a heart made of copper
but so close to gold.