365 Days of Creativity
day one hundred and fourteen
will you live with me in poverty?
will you stay with me till broke?
will you take my hand and walk with me?
will you hate that I still smoke?
will you let me buy my cigarettes
when it’s them or food to eat
will you let me dodge my student debt?
will you help me steal and cheat?
will you let me write on anything?
even our own sex?
will you hold me down and call my name?
will you be my worst regret?
will you tie your fingers in my hair
on the nights that I can’t sleep
can you watch strange films with me?
can you stand my brazen cheek?
will you run away when I get scared?
will you stay here when I go?
will you judge my nasty vices dear?
will you laugh at all my jokes?
can I bite your neck all night
can I wear your clothes
do you mind that I can’t cook a thing?
do you mind that I can’t even sing?
do you care that I can’t stand myself?
do you think that I’m an easy fling?
Will you leave me when I do too much
or will you hold me while I shake
will you let me wear more ink than cloth?
will you hunt the demons that I’ve got?
will you help me kill my darlings true?
will you love me when my beauty’s through?
will you hold my skin while it rots off?
will you drink my blood when it’s got clots?
will you cut me open when I’m dead?
will you share for free what I have said?
will you keep my heart in a glass jar?
will you sell my teeth at a bazaar?
will you read my bones to know your fate?
will you let my innards dress your cake?
Will you take all that I’ve ever done
and show it to the midnight sun
can you leave me lying on the ice
so I never know true paradise
For I want to wander this damned place
until your body’s in decay
and when you can’t stand another day
I’ll deliver your sweet coupe de grace
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