LOVE?

Some things should never be said.
Inside, it must be kept instead.

She cuts herself, but never bleeds.
He dies trying to meet her needs.

They both lose what they never had.
She hates herself, he hates her dad.

At times, she thinks "He kills some other."
She stabs him in the face, once again,
then she goes and fucks his brother.

He grabs her, binds her, and throws her in a box.
He asks her questions, she never talks.

"He fucked me in my ass," she told me twice.
"I cried a lot, he wasn't nice."

She showed them all her infected sores.
He pushed his way through drunken whores.

He peeled off his own skin with an old rusty knife.
He told her that she was the love of his life.

"You would look the most beautiful," he said,
"zipped up in a body bag."

She pops his zits, eats the pus, and hopes she doesn't gag

He jabs a fork into his leg real, real, deep,
then quickly yanks it out.

She lies down and tries to fall asleep,
but all she can do is picture him and think about.....

Butterflies and ball-gags.
Pretty flowers and broken bones.
Bright sunshine and syringes full of blood.

Kitty cats and open sores,
piggy tails with bright pink bows,
the stench of a rotting corpse,
and.....feces.


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