First Time Love Pamphlets

Nail my hands to the planks, I've been sentenced to death. She cries tears, crocodile like. I can't stand it when she cries; A part of me silently dies. Her syringe is full of blood. I hope I never have her ashes in an urn or cup. A silent lucidity she starts to chirpen up, past the valleys and totems of make-believe. I sacrifice the image that you gave to me. I sacrifice the image that you gave to me. Cleanse. Sleep. Repeat. I lick you from your forehead to feet. Do you love me like I love you? I kill the triggers with this sacred view ... where every little thing reminds me of you. Skin, neck, bones, and puss. You left me to clean your plate, left me with questions and hate ...