Lover
With your legs numb from falling great height, I carried you on my back
- your angel weight, your halo gold, bent me into a hag.
You smothered my face with compliments until it was but dull,
you fed me with such romantic gestures ‘til I purged what made me full.
I kissed your lips one thousand times, I saw the skin begin to tear.
Your blushing swelling ruby slit remains no longer there.
We only desired to sleep as one, and so our light eyes closed
- so accustomed to darkness we found our blue eyes decomposed.
Ugly haggard beauty-stolen witches we became.
I loved you prior, I love you post and ugly we’ll remain
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