the cannibalism of my existenc

don't fall in love with me cause if you do, I'm gonna turn you into poetry even though we rarely talk, i would let you cut myself open apart. I would let you devour my heart my brain would burn up from all the tantrums of my existence the meat shredded on the floor, mixed with my crimson blood and the metallic smell. So don't fall in love with me, cause even if you do, I will turn you into poetry &save my best chunk of my existence into your feet. The heaven of love would be miserable enough as my eyes besotted, my soul chrometes myself, devoured by you.