BOYS

TOO MANY TOO LATE

HERE IS A CONCEPT FOR YOU:
MY SPINE CRUMBLING IN YOUR DESTRUCTIVE HANDS, LOSING MY WILL TO LIVE IN YOUR LABYRINTH EYES. YOUR CRUEL INTENTIONS AND ILL WISHES TAKING MY FATE INTO A MISERABLE GRASP. SATAN HIMSELF COULDN'T MATCH THE FURIOUS GLEAMS IN YOUR PESTILENT IRISES; I CAN SEE THE WAY WRATH TAKES A STANCE IN YOUR RIBCAGE, CARVING KNIVES OUT OF BONES, READY TO STRIKE ME DOWN AT ANY MOMENT. YOU ARE A CALAMITY WAITING TO HAPPEN, A TSUNAMI AT HIGH TIDE, A HURRICANE ON A WINDY EVENING, AND A VOLCANO ON A HUMID DAY. YOU JUST CANNOT WAIT TO DETONATE IN VIOLENT CURSES.
HERE IS MY PROBLEM:
I LOVE THE WAY YOU SELF DESTRUCT AND TAKE ME WITH YOU AND THE WAY YOU INFLUENCE ME WITH YOUR BLACK MAGIC. I WILL SWALLOW IT ALL UP WITH AN OPEN MOUTH. HEX ME AND CURSE ME ALL YOU WANT, I FALL AT MY KNEES FOR YOU. YOU COULD WATCH ME DROWN IN MY OWN BLOOD AND SIT BACK LAUGHING AND THE ONLY THING I WOULD CARE ABOUT IS WATCHING YOUR FACE LIGHT UP LIKE A CIRCUS. YOU COULD TAKE A LIGHTER TO MY BODY AND POUR GASOLINE AROUND ME AND, DARLING, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SAY THE WORDS AND I WILL CLOSE MY EYES. ALL FOR YOU. IF YOU WANT ME COLD AND UNMOVING I WILL BE A MANNEQUIN, AND YOU CAN BE A SCULPTOR. BEND AND CARVE ME AT YOUR WILL. IF I DONT FIT IN YOUR PUZZLE, BREAK ME SO I DO.

JE SUIS À TOI ET TOUJOURS À TOI.