i want to love you without giving you a piece of me.
my hands are tired, stained with blood,
and i’m running footless trying to catch up with you.
but i keep carving; parts of my heart, smiles into my face.

you scare me of love. you scare me of what you can do,
what the perfect poison
can do in the perfect hands of the perfect girl.
but baby girl, i would chug poison for you.

your hands are so *******

soft

gentle

small

and you’re holding mine, guiding me

guiding a perfectly carved blade into my heart

because love,
you are a double-edged sword and i want you to
abuse my love until i am
your bloodied masterpiece.