Hold your lips my love,
Nothing more is needed to be said.
Broken hearts and injured souls.

The cards have been dealt,
Nothing left to be hidden –
Show me your hand,
Beat me again at this frivolous game.

The sheets of truth are stained,
Blood of the innocent,
A testament to how much damage you can do.

Lock and load.
Point the gun,
Pull the trigger,
It shouldn’t be hard –
You’ve done it before.

Words from the mouth of a hopeless lover –
Not enough to restrain your hatred,
Touch of an inexperienced lover –
Not enough to tame your resentment.

Count.
Count back from ten,
And once you hit zero,
Teach me how it is done,
Teach me how to a break heart.

Some say love isn’t love,
Until it’s tragic,
If this is so,
My love for you is endless,
For it is always being killed by you.

Slightest movement of the mouth,
Smallest touch of the hand –
Enough to ruin me,
You have so much power.

I would do anything for you,
No matter the pain it causes –
Love is unconditional.