Voicemail for Bekah

I need your arms around me choking me to death.

You’re so homicidal you take away my breath.

I’m not thinking clearly, and people think I’m nuts.

Girl, you’ve burned out my eyes with cigarette butts.

But I love you so much that you can cut me with a jigsaw.

You lower my defenses with weed and alcohol.

Then I love you more because I’m suicidal.

Stab me in the organs, somewhere nice and vital.

Reviews

[Terry Ellis]

Disturbing, but I think that's the point.

[Kett]

if i could add this to my favourites, I WOULD! .................mmmm.