Don't love me.
Watching you
through my two camera lenses -
my honey-golden eyes
reflecting in the lusting
sunset.
They captivate,
mesmerize.
Two tiny pills
begging to be swallowed,
releasing hallucinogens
into your blood
as it boils.
Don't love me.
You believe my lies.
Pretty, like the lace dress
you watched slip to the floor.
You prayed
as I made you prey.
Devouring you
and your innocence.
Don't love me.
I took your trust
and your truth
replacing it with my lust
my body
my lies.
Don't love me.
You deserve the world.
And I,
to be alone
with my self-loathing,
searching soul,
and a cup of tea.
Don't love me.