I know poetry isn't everyone's cup of tea, but if you'd like a read, here you go :)
My sweetheart is a far cry from gentle,
Further than the distance between our worlds.
She is neither soft nor sentimental,
And slices through me with both blades and words.
Her crimson lips dance across my poor throat,
Sending her venom coursing through each vein.
I'm suffocating on a sinking boat;
She'll kill me off, but I love the pain.
For though her smile is as sharp as her knife
And Love never quite possesses her so,
My sweetheart brings excitement to my life,
An adrenaline rush that will not slow.
She may not be sweet, may not have a heart,
But I know we will never be apart.
