You cut me up into bits and pieces that you can swallow
Like your ceviche
I guess you love doing that to me too
But like your food
You could never diminish what you’re trying to delude
You could never shake the disgust
Because it’s all in your head
You’d rather kill us dead
Than to be worry free instead.
What are you afraid of?
Your mold of promiscuity has been cracked
And you’re not quite sure how to retain your form.
Let me stop talking
I don’t really know you enough
I haven’t fully figured you out yet
To call you out on your actions
You are Psyche’s benefaction
Cytherea released from Pandora’s box
All the best and worst things about love wrapped into one
You react this way
What I do know is
You are unaccepting
Unaccepting because of the fear that I won’t do right by you
The same emotion that kills you is the emotion that drives you.