Poem-
amor is patient
amor is kind
amor is psycho
Plays with your mind.
I still need you
And tu need me too.
Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
My fault, my grievous fault.
When you're hurt
por my hand
It's Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
To amor is to destroy.
It's a contradiction.
When I've tried my hardest to keep tu safe
Shield tu from the world outside
I try to kill those who breathe on you
I feel apathy.
You're warmth on my skin
Chills me within, I push tu away
I run away from you, my fears of losing you
Overcome my amor for you
Cut myself, dreams of tu deteriorating slowly kill me
Driving me insane
tu ask of my issues
I don't let tu know for it may hurt tu too.
So as we kiss, I slice the skin on my arm with my filete knife.
I bleed and bleed, staining the white shag rug. Scarlet.
tu scream and scream until I whisper my last words, 'I amor you, but it killed me.'
And I wake up in cold yet hot sweat, pain easing up my arm. I look down, and see the scarlet invitation to a death parade.
I send tu a goodbye text. Telling tu to come visit me in the morning,
I walk slowly but steadily into the cocina and pull out the cuchillo from my dream.
Cutting the skin on my chest, 'You+Me=
Till I see blood. Walk back to my room
Take my last breath and l slowly die.
amor is patient
amor is kind
amor is psycho
Plays with your mind.
I still need you
And tu need me too.
Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
My fault, my grievous fault.
When you're hurt
por my hand
It's Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
To amor is to destroy.
It's a contradiction.
When I've tried my hardest to keep tu safe
Shield tu from the world outside
I try to kill those who breathe on you
I feel apathy.
You're warmth on my skin
Chills me within, I push tu away
I run away from you, my fears of losing you
Overcome my amor for you
Cut myself, dreams of tu deteriorating slowly kill me
Driving me insane
tu ask of my issues
I don't let tu know for it may hurt tu too.
So as we kiss, I slice the skin on my arm with my filete knife.
I bleed and bleed, staining the white shag rug. Scarlet.
tu scream and scream until I whisper my last words, 'I amor you, but it killed me.'
And I wake up in cold yet hot sweat, pain easing up my arm. I look down, and see the scarlet invitation to a death parade.
I send tu a goodbye text. Telling tu to come visit me in the morning,
I walk slowly but steadily into the cocina and pull out the cuchillo from my dream.
Cutting the skin on my chest, 'You+Me=
Till I see blood. Walk back to my room
Take my last breath and l slowly die.