You drew your lips closer to mine,
Intoxicating me, intertwined
Our souls entangled, your eyes on me
All part of a broken fantasy,
But when you do the same to the girl next door,
why am I being called a whore?
Still, my heart calls you one last time
For your body belongs only on top of mine
You say, “I love you”, That I am beautiful
As my warm tears make a flood,
I think you look prettier now,
As my hands are covered in your lovely blood.