She lit you up like a bonfire,
all tinder and smoke and flame~
The blush that flooded her breasts,
welled up like a spill of blood.
What is not love but true obsession?
The force that shares it’s cradle with crime,
With fraud that does not falter,
when she asks if you could love her…
When you say that she’ll always be your girl~
That cutting angle of your jaw when you swear
always, always and always
then thrusting the blade downwards,
wipe your hands clean on her blouse.