They move too fast
to be lies behind your false teeth
my thumbs are gold
my fingers immaculate
in stringing the strings
creating red marks around your neck
Hey, boy, got one bright idea:
Will you marry me?
I've fallen in love with
the idea of killing you slowly
until we both die
Stutter all you need
we both know what we want
my body, my name-calling
your words the truth
and the skin on my parts
a bonus, trophy for your wall
I love you
so are you in?
Or are you out?
There's a million Soulmate skeletons
out in the Hexagonal Ocean
and I'm not wanting to be one of them
so let's get going
before the extinction gets us both in trouble
a/n; in a way, it is.
