Poem-
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is psycho
Plays with your mind.
I still need you
And you need me too.
Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
My fault, my grievous fault.
When you're hurt
By my hand
It's Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
To love is to destroy.
It's a contradiction.
When I've tried my hardest to keep you safe
Shield you from the world outside
I try to kill those who breathe on you
I feel apathy.
You're warmth on my skin
Chills me within, I push you away
I run away from you, my fears of losing you
Overcome my love for you
Cut myself, dreams of you deteriorating slowly kill me
Driving me insane
You ask of my issues
I don't let you know for it may hurt you too.
So as we kiss, I slice the skin on my arm with my steak knife.
I bleed and bleed, staining the white shag rug. Scarlet.
You scream and scream until I whisper my last words, 'I love you, but it killed me.'
And I wake up in cold yet hot sweat, pain easing up my arm. I look down, and see the scarlet invitation to a death parade.
I send you a goodbye text. Telling you to come visit me in the morning,
I walk slowly but steadily into the kitchen and pull out the knife from my dream.
Cutting the skin on my chest, 'You+Me=
Till I see blood. Walk back to my room
Take my last breath and l slowly die.
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is psycho
Plays with your mind.
I still need you
And you need me too.
Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
My fault, my grievous fault.
When you're hurt
By my hand
It's Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
To love is to destroy.
It's a contradiction.
When I've tried my hardest to keep you safe
Shield you from the world outside
I try to kill those who breathe on you
I feel apathy.
You're warmth on my skin
Chills me within, I push you away
I run away from you, my fears of losing you
Overcome my love for you
Cut myself, dreams of you deteriorating slowly kill me
Driving me insane
You ask of my issues
I don't let you know for it may hurt you too.
So as we kiss, I slice the skin on my arm with my steak knife.
I bleed and bleed, staining the white shag rug. Scarlet.
You scream and scream until I whisper my last words, 'I love you, but it killed me.'
And I wake up in cold yet hot sweat, pain easing up my arm. I look down, and see the scarlet invitation to a death parade.
I send you a goodbye text. Telling you to come visit me in the morning,
I walk slowly but steadily into the kitchen and pull out the knife from my dream.
Cutting the skin on my chest, 'You+Me=
Till I see blood. Walk back to my room
Take my last breath and l slowly die.