i know i must look a fright
with my PMS breakouts
& my eye make-up that
i forgot to take off last night
but you just cup my chin with both your hands
& kiss the peppermint-tasting glitter off my
plump, baby apple cheeks
you’re whispering,
“i could never love a girl prettier than you”
& i’m spinning mad-fuck magic all over your body
with my so-called angel kisses that drip from
seductive siren smiles & licorice flavored lips
i’m silently praying to our father who art in heaven
‘cause i know i’ve caught you in my spider web snare
& i won’t be the one to die tonight
(sometimes cupid’s arrows are shot to kill)