Maybe someday I'll be loved
Like my mother was loved
Punches instead of kisses
With shrieks in her ear instead of loving whispers
Maybe I'll love
Like my father does
Murderous glares instead of caring glances
With pleading in his ear instead of moans of pleasure
Or maybe I'll love
Like myself
Blood running down my arms
And red-soaked bandages wrapped around my them, like a caring hug
I don't deserve
Or maybe I'll love
Like you
With gentle caresses instead of the painful prick of a knife
And unworthy poetry weaving into my ear instead of my own screams
Why do you love me when no one else does?
And as you hold me in your arms tonight
I think, "Maybe this is what love is supposed to feel like?"
But no, you left me like they all did
But now, at least I have something to remember you by
With glassy eyes and a terrified smile, you look at me
And now you know
This is what love is really like.
I play with your hair as they take me away
Soft brown curls riffling through my clenched fingers
They tried to take you away from me
But I wouldn't let them
For you are my reminder of what love really is:
Dead, cold; happily tearing hearts out and shattering them with a smile
I grinned as I was sentenced guilty
My smirk enough to bring your mother to tears
They asked why I did it
And I answered with a smile,
"To make sure everyone knows
How love makes you feel."
So I guess I love like the executioner
As he shoves the needle in my arm
Eyes dark and ruthless, pity shining like a lantern
He whispers to me
As I fall asleep
Heartbeat slowing as he soothes me
Eyes closing as I die
"I think that I am love
In a way. With an axe
I swipe, and blood coats my hands.
Just like your heart
As it beats
One...
Last...
Time..."