triple threat

love-sex-lust

paint me like i am

because we’re too alive to

see different

poetry to ashes

all because of

livid revenge guilt

the way to a heart

fires too pretty to burn me

knives are nothing to

innocent skin

seems as if we’ve

confiscated the key to my

you can guess that cliché

so give up wishing

that a certain heart will weaken

your triple wish

i, love, you