You spite the way my features fall along my longitude and latitude. I look just cruelly enough to pique your interest.
You will try to get through to me, doting my poise and violent words wrapped in silk.
Part of you will ignore how I hatefully look at your end of the bed, even after all these years.
I will quietly curse our love.
You will find the strife and destruction I create mesmerizing. I will bear my sharp teeth in return, thrashing in your loving grip.
I bleed when I must love, the act is tiring and heavy, yet I cannot deny it.
You will try to heal this evil outlook. Yet, I am too bone-headed for that act of love.
I will claw my way out of your arms each time you hold me, my tongue will sharply follow.
I will tire you. I am cruel and evil in love.
Yet, you will bare it. I will clash and curse us, as you desperately hold our pieces together.
I will not recognize this as an act of love, but an act of spite.
Must you remember how I was bore into this world?
Unloved, a ******* and under the full moon.
I have not been treated kindly.
Love me at your own risk.
I am rooted in my evil ways.
As you are rooted in yours.