I promise you destruction,
complete with red lipstick stains
printing secrets across your collar bone,
and wing-shaped bruises on the inside of my palm
– your heart once tried to escape, you know.
And through the stained glass windows you
project your tragic eyes,
promising forever and perfect clichés;
I laugh silently, careful not to dislodge
the fantasies perched on my lashes.
You shall never know.