You tell me
"It's nice to see you"
and all I think
is why?
You say you love me.
I don't belive you
surely it has to be a joke?
Why would you love
something rotten
like me?
ah, I've said too much.
always too strong
too soft
or not enough at all.
Why are you here?
Why entiwine
soft hands
with my gnarled claws?
You smile
or laugh
or frown
never hearing the question I never ask
(I want to dig in and never let go)
mouth filled with all the words I can't bring myself to say
teeth yellowed and sharp
biting for scraps of affection
sometimes I aim for the vein
yet you're here
and you say
"why wouldn't I?"
easy
effortless
as if
as if I wouldn't let you rip out my heart
and watch you crush it
mouth filled with blood
just so that you'd love me
and yet
I don't trust you
you take my hand
it's a live wire
sizziling
burning
And I realize
I can't feel your love
only the scars