nettles.

i wish all your fears were brand new in your sweet head.
i just want to ruin your soul and hate you instead.
perfect scars are open wounds to the naked eye,
i've been loving every mark that you left inside.

your kiss is like the nettle you grew late,
i can see your heart so empty, in the shade.
all the dust in this house is the first sign of love,
sometimes you can taste the hatred in your lust.

my head can't wish you away,
my kiss can't keep you at bay,
my way of life can't make you hate,
but my kind of love can't make you stay.

i hope sometimes you'll tell me you don't like me at all,
then you'll swallow my pride for me, sweet, centered fall.
heart so heavy, my bones crack and leave me open,
won't you come and rip me open, take me away?