My fair Prince,

the necrophiliac?

My Prince,

the klepto?

Prince of Disorders.

We fall in love 

over and over.

Obsessions and

fiendish manipulating.

Under the beauty,

under the pristine facade.

There is the beast lurking.

That isn't a problem,

my Princess is used to it.

We romanticize your problems,

my bruises are your favorite colors.

You'll keep shouting

you know I'll keep forgiving.

Boys being boys.

I'll marry the man I've just met.

I'll dance off 

in the arms

of a stranger.

We'll continously romance 

these problems.