Mood: Rushed
Drinking: Diet Coke
Bloodlust
I’m not asking you
to fall on a sword
to prove your affection
but
once in awhile
a little jealousy
wouldn’t hurt, you know
just
enough green
to indicate your
heart’s really in this
and
keeps is what
you’re playing for.
So
I’m not asking you
to fall on a sword
but
once in awhile a knife
or small dagger would do
not often
but
enough for me
to know you really
feel it
enough
for you to press
me to your lips
and
stop the bleeding.
-Lo, getting all abstract on your ass.