Macabre

Don’t love me

(Love me)

Do it with the loaded bullet

The lips painted in blood

The excuses trembling on your tongue

The raw knuckles

Don’t want me

(Pray to me)

Kiss me with your fangs out

Say my name like a guilty plea

Sit on my bones with the intention of murder

Look into my eyes with evil on the prowl

Don’t need me

(Torture me)

Come with your slow walk, whistle, and cigarettes to tell me that you love me while you kiss another

Write odes to my name and choke me with the ashes of it. 

Chase me, stalk me, between streets and make me cross the highway without looking out. 

Praise me 

(Lie to me)

Listen to my voice

Find the loophole

Notice the punch in the sweetness

Cough the alcohol of my smiles

Hasten your walk in a lost pursuit

Stutter pleas

While you watch me eat your heart between joys

TA.