I carved a keyhole onto my chest, thinking maybe then you'd just walk on out of my heart, but I guess you were drunk and couldn't find your key. So you just stumbled around in there, breaking things, as belligerent as you always were. As belligerent as I always remembered you to be.

'If love be rough with you, be rough with love…'

I punched a keyhole into the back of my brain, leaving you open access to my mind, but I guess you got lost somewhere on the way. So you just wandered around in there, touching on subjects and treading on memories until I finally spat you from my thoughts onto paper.

'Not all who wander are lost…'

I drew a keyhole over my mouth with sparkly lip gloss, inviting you in, but you never needed an invitation. Treacherous lies and thoughtless words part lips and jump from your teeth to mine, sliding around in there, staining my tongue until I finally spat you out and told you to leave.

"Lock the door and throw away the plea…'

You bit a keyhole into the skin of my thigh, forcing yourself all the way through. Jabbing around in there, slowly, until I told you to stop. Your hands your face your body your eyes…I spat and fought and screamed but you had me locked up tight.

'It's the final kiss from a lover's fist, it's the reason why you can't cry.'

WELL FRENCH KISS MY CLENCHED FIST; I SLAP A KEYHOLE RIGHT THROUGH THE SIDE OF YOUR UGLY FUCKING SKULL.