Maybe gently, maybe not
Maybe I feel nothing
I won't hold a grudge if it hurts.

Maybe my spine
Will snap in your hands,
Or all of my deep red sins will spill out

And mark the places,
The sheets,
The upholstery,
Where we sinned against ourselves.

Hatred and passion alike,

With way too much hostility
To be burned off with just sex alone.

If you ever slapped my face I don't remember it
It's possible it felt like making love...
Your way.

But all the same, I know it hurts
Although it numbs me
And I know with time it just keeps getting worse

Just, tonight please say you love me
Before you kill me in my sleep.