My heart spills honey, nooks and crannies encased in dripping dew. When your lips dribble sweet nothings, when I plead a dream in return, will you embrace me with your warmth and fly us to Heaven?
Or will you sentence me to a gentle death of picture-perfect roses, a soft cry in the blinding white of your angel’s wings?
Will you press pins and brooches into the tie that chokes my mind, and sing me to sleep as you tie ivies onto my fingers, blessing them with venomous grace?
The lilies you kiss and the stars you’ve given are long dead, black-stained petals curling around my arms in poisonous tourniquets.
When I shatter mirrors to hide your eyes that linger behind me, will you pick the shards back up just to sear my gaze with yours?
You’re a faceted diamond, with silver edges that draw carmine when brushed.
You’re a vial of poison, gleaming in your dangerous glory.
You’re a monster, a demon, one that I’m in love with.
If only, only, I could break free from your spell.
You’ve broken my legs, slit my tongue, and kissed me to whisper everything’s alright.
You’re my captor, my jailer, my liar.
But you’re still mine, and after all, love is pain, isn’t it?