You make the first move
and I rise to meet you
The destruction we agree
is mutually assured
If this love is war
we're going nuclear
I refuse to sign the peace
treaty, to surrender my
lands to a man who's history
rides nations in his eyes
You cannot coax me
out of my shell only
to crush me when I am
most vulnerable
I will not be an
innocent bystander
to your horrors
I will not allow you
to make my pain beautiful
*It is not your canvas
to experiment on.*
(You'll only throw
red at it anyway)
I'm tired of tiptoeing
around the subject
like it is a minefield
Eventually I will
bleed your intentions dry
bandage them with a kiss
and revel in their cries
I will tear apart the lies
deftly with nimble fingers
and your tongue will always
defy you, spitting fire
and carefully lodged bullets
Once your secrets flare
there will be no rescue party
to salvage what we had
Only our ashes shall remain
embers of a past unspoken.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
You make the first move
and I rise to meet you
The destruction we agree
is mutually assured
If this love is war
we're going nuclear
I refuse to sign the peace
treaty, to surrender my
lands to a man who's history
rides nations in his eyes
You cannot coax me
out of my shell only
to crush me when I am
most vulnerable
I will not be an
innocent bystander
to your horrors
I will not allow you
to make my pain beautiful
*It is not your canvas
to experiment on.*
(You'll only throw
red at it anyway)
I'm tired of tiptoeing
around the subject
like it is a minefield
Eventually I will
bleed your intentions dry
bandage them with a kiss
and revel in their cries
I will tear apart the lies
deftly with nimble fingers
and your tongue will always
defy you, spitting fire
and carefully lodged bullets
Once your secrets flare
there will be no rescue party
to salvage what we had
Only our ashes shall remain
embers of a past unspoken.
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