This I must confess

That I wonder when you will wake up and realize

What I truly am.

Because for all my fanciful thoughts and fairytales

I must confess that I will

never

ever

 fall

      in

  love.

-x-

You on the other hand are so trusting,

A naive soul believing that such whimsicality exists.

Innocent little thing

don’t you know?

Love is for children.

Innocent soul,

Watch...

-x-

I will tuck your shadow into my pocket,

nails leaving a map of scars as  

I slip beneath your skin,

into the veins and arteries

until I burrow into your chest

and curl up in the hollow where your heart used to be.

-x-

I will whisper cotton candy words into your ear;

   smile painted on my lips

        as I pour kerosene on open wounds

                     and light the match.

(Still think I’m beautiful?)

These pretty little hands will reach in and

carve daggers from your bones.

-x-

Somehow I think you would find it romantic

if I told you

  that your dark eyes glow like ashes and dying embers,

                  and

that I fancy those shards beautiful-

                              the ones that

       once upon a time

             were your soul

before I took it

       and burned it

             to the ground.

-x-

To be honest;

I can’t look away from this civil war;

               the scars etched across your back,

      pulse frantic in it’s fight for survival,

         Every.

                      Nerve.

       of.

             Your.

   Body.

I have not deadened is screaming,

Fighting for life,

And yet

that trust refuses to waver.

Never failing,

even as I strip you of all that makes you human.

             and

peel your skin back to leave you naked

So I can feel your heart shudder in my palm.

(Love is for children)

-x-

Silly creature,

you

                       really

                                                   should run.

                                                      (I don't want to break you.)