this is not love
it repeats in your head
over and over and over again
{okay honey, if it makes you feel better}
—
he puts a crown on your head
and makes you a queen
smile baby,
don't let your walls come crashing down
—
you love him
[ah, good, you stopped denying it]
but it's not healthy good love
[wait what]
it's the kind
that leaves you gasping
in pain
for more
—
healthy? no
of course not
it burns
but you need it
it's kinda an addiction
his laugh
—
he will make you rule
with a crown made of paper
and blood swirling black with ink
(yeah, wrong world)
—
he'll write you into a story
and fix it into an evilly-ever-after
isn't that what you wanted?