I love the way you look at me
With blind admiration
I love the way you kiss my lips
When you had no idea what I want
I love the way your face lights up
With a smile as blood drips down your neck
I love the way a needle makes you
Flinch when I drive it home
I love the way our perfection lies
On a bed of quicksand

I love the lakes of fire
That erupts in my stomach
With every sip
I love the faces that shift and change
With no warning
I love the way the classic white coat
Hugs my body tightly
I love your blindness most of all

I love that as I sit across the table
With such dangerous thoughts
You have no clue
I love my schizophrenia
I love that it’s not you