I'll Paint My Lips Black

I’ll paint my lips black,

And cover my heart in gold.

I won’t take it back,

I’ll do as you have told.




I’ll remember

What you said

Carry out the deed,

Without dread.



Your hate is my hate,

Fueled by it I am

It is our fate

I will kill the man.



(I know that all the while

It’s a new beginning, a new chapter 

I’ll recall the smiles,

The running, the laughter

Your innocent beguiles

You say we’ll have a

Happy ever after.

I’ll do it for you

And me

Too.) 



Your fire is my fire,

I will burn for 

The flame.

Your incandescent desire,

If you must be tame.



Fast pace.

Open veins.

Dripping blood,

Striking pain.

Hears a thud.

Stone face.



(A

Stone face.

Kind of cold

Similar to

Someone I… know?)



Didn’t do it,

I say,

Couldn’t prove it,

I wage.

Looking down,

I wane.



Couldn’t you have done it?

Why me, why me?

Did it so have to be?



I’ll paint my lips black,

I’ll paint my heart that color

Too,

Can I not take it back?

Oh, what did I do for you?



You, who?

Yes. The you

are forgotten lore.

The you I knew before.

I felt something different

I didn’t fully realize…

Cold.

It isn’t, no, not you.

Become.

Have you

Become?

But…but is it…

Is it just you

Or is that feeling

Growing in me…

Too?



I am truly

Tainted.

My soul forever

Painted.

With a color so dark

The black does not

Leave a mark.

Author's Note

How is it? My first poem to publish on here, I'm curious as to what you think! Don't hold back! If you don't like it, tell me! Give me reasoning behind your opinions and I will consider all of them in my writing.
Also:
In case you have trouble understanding the meaning of this poem, which is up to your interpretation, or if you wanted to know the meaning I had intended, it is:

A girl falls deeply in love with a man. But he hates someone, strongly. He wants to kill this man. He can not do it, though. He knows that if he kills this man, they will suspect him. So he has her do it. In the beginning, she paints her lips black because she is going in to the night, and she has to blend in. But in the end, she paints her lips black because it is how she feels about her soul. Her lips are painted black not by her choice, but because she has too. Also, if you notice, it is hate that has turned him "cold". And she feels a hate growing inside her for the man she once loved, turning her "cold" as well.