We’re not as perfect as we like to say,
it's just another game that we play,
as you fall under my angelic spell.
the demon comes out.
and it wants to stay.
Cherubs cry,
as I tighten the ties,
and angels sob,
I put the gag back in your mouth.
blood red tears streaming down your back.
leather against skin,
cause you like it like that.
Your so cute when you scream,
its your masochistic dream.
biting deep in your skin.
face in the pillow,
suffocating again.
But you like that don’t you.
nails in your flesh,
color me aroused.
what’s the safe word you ask?
put that gag back in your mouth.

Love me for my destruction, for my mayhem --
after all, loving you isn't so much different,
I could have chosen cigarettes, smokey ashtrays over your
smokey eye make-up,
Or maybe alcohol, sip at lukewarm beer, and become embittered by how
your lips are stained elegantly wine,
and then again, I might've had the opportunity to inhale car exhaust
but your breath is much heavier than monoxide
and much more deadly--
turns out nuclear warfare is much more easily attainable by
your explosive needs
for genocide -- you love those broken hearts,
you little radioactive succubus.
Knives, I could have made love to a knife, but I guess your nails served the same purpose, you've left your mark, okay?
I have a target in the shape
of little crescent marks on my back from you and
people keep
staring.
And yes, I could've injected myself with something stronger like morphine, but
you're already running through my ******* veins --
I looked up "infatuation" in the dictionary but the words kept
blurring because all I could see was your blushing expression
when I used my fingertips like paintbrushes
on your cheekbones.

The little Toblerone bar,
a sweet one he is,
with his heart all a flutter.
He wanted to be mighty,
with as much strength
as he could muster.

Powerful as the pyramids!
Cool as the Swiss Alps!
Majestic as the Everest!
He dreamed of it all;
to become
greater than China's Wall.

But what he never realized
Through his chocolate brown eyes
Was his pride before his own fall.

Like the Everest, Swiss Alps,
Even the mysteious Pyramids,
Humans have stripped them
of their treasure.
Because Toblerone was broken down
to be eaten just for pleasure.

Love*- a new word it was,
Unaware of the misery it draws.
It seemed in love we were
My toes in excitement
Would curl.
"You're my princess" said he
"Apart we will never be."
I chose heart over head
Not knowing the darkness
To which I was led.
Perfection was what I called us
Pushing away was not an option.
The more I fell
The more I felt
Like you were falling too.
Little did I know the misery
That would lead to.
It appeared as a smooth road
But then a pit unseen.
It was an emotion overload
Trying hard not to scream.
I fell in deep
But over the pit you leaped.
Slyly smiling as you saw me struggle
With my feelings you had juggled.
Oh that pit was deep
But I finally touched the ground.
A few broken bones
And a torn, tattered heart.
I struggled to find my way out
Finally feeling light,
Winning my own fight.
Only to see
That you had really fallen for me,
After pushing me so deep in
And my heart almost breaking.
I laughed the way you did,
Smiled at you and said
*"You need me,
But I don't need you."