My Love

Maybe one day, we will finally kill one another
Don’t you think that will make life easier?
If our lives were no longer ours to live.

The sky keeps on crying for us my love,
I don’t understand why.
These bruises make such pretty patterns on our skin.
We are works of art my love,
They don’t seem to understand.
This can never end.
We waved that moment off from the back window
Our smiles were so enchanting – each with missing teeth.
I met our idols today my love,
Their pictures side by side on the news.
They went down blazing.
Individual hearts held by a noose.
Your hand on my throat and my hand on yours,
We are such beautiful poetry my love!
Maybe one day we will be the story they hear,
Maybe one day, we will finally kill one another my dear.