you make cruelty
and violence sound
like pure love
your manipulation
feels like gentleness
you hit me and all
I feel your touch
you could drown me
and I would think
about how familiar
were your fingers
on the back of my neck
(you were meant to be there)
you could slice my throat
and I would admire
your eyes with my last
dying breath
even your hate
makes me want you
darling, do not kill me yet
make me yours
make me your bloodiest
crime.
