Pink Sundays
This isn't one of my normal poems
My intentions are pure and I'll always care for you
The delusions you've made around yourself
Is the layers that I keep pulling away
I'll bleed out for you
I'll die for you
It means nothing to you does it?
I keep matching with blood blisters on my feet
It's not enough evidence until you kill me
So cut me like a hog
My last dying words will be the words
You need because I could never hate you
I love you and it's kills you
So pull the gun out and blow me away
If I'm killing you then I don't want to live
If love is based on how much pain
You'll go through for someone
Then I'd be Mr Right
I'm a walking disaster that can't be fixed