My words are entailed with empty promises,
And my eyes look at you with judgement and deadly hypocrisy.
My heart beats for the malice of your pain.
And I indulge in the words I say to you,
like a whip of a rose's thorns,
so dark, so sharp, so bold, so beautiful-
SO YOU.

But you always are so different.
An entity I cannot fathom.
Yet with all the bruising and all the madness,
it is you who gets the last laugh
...best.

And as that viscous scarlet rolls down,
down unto the earth,
your hands crush my words,
and your words crush my heart,
and your lips always bring me my defeat.


Indeed.
So dark, so sharp, so bold, so beautiful.
So you.
That it kills.
That it kills me not to have you.