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I love you
like a victim of bulimia
kicked in the stomach by an angel
with her fingers down her throat.

I care about you
they way a hunter cares
about his warm gun
as he puts a nail through the foxes open jaw
(once bearing teeth in that sly manner to which it owes it's fairytale persona, now it's jaw stays fixed stiff like a scared dear lost in headlights)
ready to secure it as another monument on his wall of victory.

I would cut crosses
in the eyes of any girl
who looked at you with adoration,
with the sick satisfaction of a hormone driven boy
who's finally found the girl of his dreams
- the one who lies on her back free of charge.

I will take these pills
lined up on the kitchen table
1,
2,
3,
sweet goodnights.

And I embrace the knowledge
that as soon as I fall asleep
these tiny godesses filled to the brim with chemicals
will gallop through my brain
and swim in my stomach
until those starved of violence
will come to beat me up once again.

Description
I love you
like a victim of bulimia
kicked in the stomach by an angel
with her fingers down her throat.

I care about you
they way a hunter cares
about his warm gun
as he puts a nail through the foxes open jaw
(once bearing teeth in that sly manner to which it owes it's fairytale persona, now it's jaw stays fixed stiff like a scared dear lost in headlights)
ready to secure it as another monument on his wall of victory.

I would cut crosses
in the eyes of any girl
who looked at you with adoration,
with the sick satisfaction of a hormone driven boy
who's finally found the girl of his dreams
- the one who lies on her back free of charge.

I will take these pills
lined up on the kitchen table
1,
2,
3,
sweet goodnights.

And I embrace the knowledge
that as soon as I fall asleep
these tiny godesses filled to the brim with chemicals
will gallop through my brain
and swim in my stomach
until those starved of violence
will come to beat me up once again.