And the [emptiness] Strangles Me

P.retty little drops
Pre.tty little cares
Pretty. shot of [Lust]
clinging to her hair

She clung to that faceless man,
and his expressions caressed her simply.

His kiss devoured her soul,
packaging it in [Cellophane] lies
and sealing it with his fists.
His kiss devoured her soul,
and he worshiped her
one…dirty…fuck…at…a…time.

[P]retty little drops
Pre.tty little fits
PRETTY cuts of love
[ShininG] on her wrist

She clung to that faceless man,
and his turn of phrase strangled so gently.

He slapped her mind with control,
shackled it with fear and hate,
shattered it forever and a day.
He slapped her mind with control,
but he made her a [Queen]
one…bleeding…crown…at…a…time.

[Pretty] little drops
Pre.tty little tastes
Pretty?...line of tears
trailing down her face

She clung to that empty man,
but the emptiness ate her so swiftly.

His hands bruised emotions
with no regard to her future—
because her future was her past.
His hands bruised emotions,
but he proved his [Plastic] love
one…empty…touch…at…a…time.

e.mpty little drops
em.pty little stares
empty. shot of [Lust]
[RUINING] her hair

*A/N: I don't write dirty pretty poetry very often, but it seemed to fit well with what I had going on here. Kind of contains my philosophy on love and lust and makes some commentary on past relationSHITs*