January 31, 2010
To have you
Twirled around my finger
Locked on me
The perfect
Of what I can do
What I am capable of
And screams
What I can make you do
And say
And regret
I keep that
In the back of my head
Knowing well that I could use it
Knowing well that I wont do it
And so I play
Cutting words
Knifelike, trigger-pulling
I can make
Your lips burn hot
On mine
Or turn your hands cold
With fear
I can make you cry
I could let you die
I could close your eyes
Hold you towards me
Kiss you
And then tear your heart out
And smile.
I can make you feel
Every heart beat inside of me
Every butterfly that flutters
With your touch
It cannot compare
It will not be enough
The passion
The lust
Felt inside
I can make you sorry
I can make you forget
Every treason
Every lie
Just close your eyes
Just close your eyes
See the end
See the last of me
Fiery tongued
Lips red,
Nails scarlet.

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