
Love At Last Sight
I tried for her.
I tried to make life nice.
I gave her honey
And she spits out venom.
My flesh burns,
Smokey scent filling my nose,
And she laughs
While fateful tears well --
The blood in her eyes pour,
And gutters overflow.
I bathe in her poison
But she wants more.
I give her a rib
And she takes my stitches.
I give her my liver
For her to soak in Scotch.
And all I can do is watch.
This poem is about:
Me