Flowers Of Flesh And Blood

Legs and limbs and lips
All open with your fingertips
You make holes in me
And little slits
You use as mouths
For you to kiss

Close my plastic eyelids
You say this is the love we all hope to find
So don’t cry, don’t worry
You’re supposed to bleed the first time

The books, sad songs, and cinemas
They all lied lied lied
Why didn’t anyone tell me
Love is like being fucked with a knife?

With the blade on a butterfly
I’ll make a hole in you
I will kiss it and stick my tongue in it
Hard enough for you
To feel it in your stomach
I’ll fist it with knuckles full of rings
Give you back the love you said was mine
So don’t cry, don’t worry
You’re supposed to bleed the first time