#bad for me
You love that little blade:
cradle it’s handle oh so gently.
Sing it soft songs to sleep.
Warm it’s metal with your rest laden body.
You love that little blade -
even when it cuts.
Something tender,
something sweet;
loveliness found in
rotten meat.
I opened my arms to comfort you
and
you went for my throat with a snarl.
Monsters need love, too
(but only on their terms).
I’m so tired of this
heartache
wrapped in
barb wired love.
Drink my daydreams of
us
from my
shivering
belly button.
Let me clasp my hands around you and
hold your
venomous maw
against my womb.
Beloved betrayer.
Erstwhile naysayer.
Dearest love,
I am
devoted
to you and your
damnation.
That poison from that cracked rock -
I drank it, too.
I drank it, too.
Lick the salt from my eyes
and
kiss the copper from my lips -
embrace me one last time,
beloved.
Sup on my sorrow and
drink me dry.
I would let you
bury your dagger
of
deceit and accusations,
as long as you did it
while
you held me
one
last
time.
