cry on my shoulders
die in my arms
resurrect with my kisses.
be my fool
my toy
my object
my lover
my whatever-you-want.
i'll be here
accommodating you;
just don’t expect me to feel anything for you.
you’re just a man
nothing but a man
on my bed
an eternal romantic
too afraid to see the facts of this life.
i’m a realist
a woman
maybe your escort in the dark.

look at my mirror
take my lipstick and smear it all over it
confess your pains
let it out while I stare
laugh
drink the wine
and
play with the crack you brought last night.
don’t be afraid
lipstick is removable
unlike those scars i see on your soul.
breath
let them out one by one
take your time
i wont leave
"I wont miss this show”
i’ll say.
i’ll be here waiting for you
if you ever come back from the cruise through your deep scars.

i’ll almost drink myself to death
while
watching you cry in front of my mirror
being miserable
nothing but a miserable man
going crazy
writing incomprehensible messages with
the fountain of your life
blood
you’ve broken my mirror
while listening to those beautiful cocaine and sex blues.
you’ll turn around;
you’ll laugh hysterically
and
then ill do the same
we’ll laugh together
and
like two lunatics in the dark
we’ll end up crying
the both of us.

we’ll cry on each others shoulders
we would die in each other’s arms
and
we’ll resurrect each other with our kisses.
we’ll be the devil’s devoted pair.
we’re just mortals
nothing
but mortals
on a sinful bed
eternal romantics
too afraid to face the facts of this life
too afraid that love
and
hate are knocking our doors
at the same time.

which one should we answer?