To die for
To Die For
Red like the blood that runs through my veins;
The crimson that spills, the mark of my pains.
Want twists and turns with my every waking thought;
You tug at my heartstrings, so much that I’m caught.
Your words prod emotions I can’t understand
They make me feel wanted, gorgeous, and grand.
.
White like the scars that mar my body and mind;
The reminders of the heartbreak to which I’m inclined.
Want twists and turns with every stolen kiss;
You tug at my heartstrings, though something’s amiss.
Your words prod suspicions I can’t seem to shake
They make me feel gullible, dubious, and fake.
.
Black like the ashes that litter the floor;
The ruins of letters that always seemed like more.
Want twists and turns in the back of my mind;
You tug at my heartstrings, leaving me blind.
You words prod concerns I don’t want to face
They make me feel stupid, fallen from grace.
.
Red like the blood that runs from your veins,
The crimson that spills, the mark of your pains.
Remorse twists and turns with your every pleading thought,
You tugged at my heartstrings, but now you’ve been caught.
Your words prod no pity, not the grace you used to wield;
They make me feel revived, untouchable, and healed.
.
White like the scars that mar your body and mind,
The reminders of the games to which you’re inclined.
Guilt twists and turns as you think of every kiss;
You tugged at my heartstrings, made me think it was bliss.
Your words prod hatred I’ve buried in fear.
They make me feel mighty, victorious, and clear.
.
Black like the ashes that litter the floor;
The ruins of a love that always seemed like more.
Want twists and turns in my spiteful, violent glee
You’ll tug at my heartstrings no more, I’m free.
Your words prod vengeance I’ve longed for so long
They make me feel almighty, powerful, and strong.
.
Red like the pain you made me feel,
Telling me the love I imagined wasn’t real.
White like the tears that fall from my eyes,
The sobs that rip the night, my hollow, broken cries.
Black like the recesses of your cold heart,
The evidence of the cruelty in which you took part.
.
Red like the endless revenge that I sought,
Drowning in the guilt that it brought;
White like the apologies uttered low
Embracing the things that I now know;
Black like the realization that made me see
.
I’d give anything for you to again love me.
Red like the blood that runs through my veins;
The crimson that spills, the mark of my pains.
Want twists and turns with my every waking thought;
You tug at my heartstrings, so much that I’m caught.
Your words prod emotions I can’t understand
They make me feel wanted, gorgeous, and grand.
.
White like the scars that mar my body and mind;
The reminders of the heartbreak to which I’m inclined.
Want twists and turns with every stolen kiss;
You tug at my heartstrings, though something’s amiss.
Your words prod suspicions I can’t seem to shake
They make me feel gullible, dubious, and fake.
.
Black like the ashes that litter the floor;
The ruins of letters that always seemed like more.
Want twists and turns in the back of my mind;
You tug at my heartstrings, leaving me blind.
You words prod concerns I don’t want to face
They make me feel stupid, fallen from grace.
.
Red like the blood that runs from your veins,
The crimson that spills, the mark of your pains.
Remorse twists and turns with your every pleading thought,
You tugged at my heartstrings, but now you’ve been caught.
Your words prod no pity, not the grace you used to wield;
They make me feel revived, untouchable, and healed.
.
White like the scars that mar your body and mind,
The reminders of the games to which you’re inclined.
Guilt twists and turns as you think of every kiss;
You tugged at my heartstrings, made me think it was bliss.
Your words prod hatred I’ve buried in fear.
They make me feel mighty, victorious, and clear.
.
Black like the ashes that litter the floor;
The ruins of a love that always seemed like more.
Want twists and turns in my spiteful, violent glee
You’ll tug at my heartstrings no more, I’m free.
Your words prod vengeance I’ve longed for so long
They make me feel almighty, powerful, and strong.
.
Red like the pain you made me feel,
Telling me the love I imagined wasn’t real.
White like the tears that fall from my eyes,
The sobs that rip the night, my hollow, broken cries.
Black like the recesses of your cold heart,
The evidence of the cruelty in which you took part.
.
Red like the endless revenge that I sought,
Drowning in the guilt that it brought;
White like the apologies uttered low
Embracing the things that I now know;
Black like the realization that made me see
.
I’d give anything for you to again love me.