My love beats for you as
the drummer boy beats for war.
My hate for her
bubbles up and smothers love in
sweet promises and faux futures.
Though I am ignorant of most
feelings,
this I cannot ignore.

I hope for nothing more
than for you to slice her open
and toss her away.
Hurt her the way I have been hurt.
Glorify her body in words of hate,
carve them deep into soft skin.
Then when your done,
and all you're anger is diminished
come back to me
and love me 'till you're finished.