I really did love you, perhaps still do.
I just cannot kiss something that tastes of rot,
or make love to something that no longer has a cock.
I promised you forever, baby this is true.
but, I am just not attracted to a boy who is blue.
eternity I said, and now that you're dead I am being put to the test.
are you truly the man i love best?
in life you were handsome, quite the jewel.
but now your eyes are lifeless and cruel.
I think i know what I must do, to make it up, up to you.
I'll chop you up into little bits, and then put on some oven mitts.
I'll put you in boiling pot and invite some people over.
I shall invite a whole lot.
We'll eat a meal in your name and perhaps play your favorite games.
They'll love the taste of your flesh.
Love always,
Your baby Beth
