Murder Me Baby!

Can you feel the blood as it sleeps through your fingers

The sheen of the blade glistening and shimmering

As you tilt it and turn it in the dirty mellow light

it’s my blood, not yours

as you struggle to wash it from your guilty hands

digging underneath your fingernails

spilling the red wash all over the dirty pale sink in the corner

the unstable walls of the room scream in agony

making your hands shake as you wrap the rope around my neck

your heart beats quickly

you’re getting a rush as you throw the rope over the beams

pulling the rope tight

my body dangles

and my blood spills onto the unclean floor in puddles

you watch my body swing back and forth, SMIRKING!

Laughing inside until you fall to your knees

Begging for me to come back

But it’s not because you’re guilty

It’s because you want to do it all again

Take the bloody knife and plunge it deep into my heart over and over

Not realizing that the shirt I’m wearing was once white, now red.

You find a guilty pleasure, a slight high

In the way my body sways, hanging from the rafters

You promise next time you’ll be more creative

Maybe suffocate me with a plastic bag

And carve a beautiful picture into my porcelain skin

Then hang me on the wall like a new master piece

You’re not sorry

And I don’t mind

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU MURDER ME!

I LOVE IT WHEN I DIE!

A/N: this poem was written about a break up with an ex, with whom I had an intense love/hate relationship with (and still do for that matter)