sometimes you need
violence for love
to be born
I will murder you with
all the passion I have left
you will become my
artwork, and then I will
set you on fire
I will burn with you
hand in hand
I will kiss you one
last time
so I could remember
the bitter taste of your lips
and the sweet scent
behind your ears
your mascara runs down
your cheeks and your lipstick
is smudged with mine
just wait, darling
we will rise from the ashes
and we will shine
brighter than pearls
or the teeth in your mouth.
