Poem-
प्यार is patient
प्यार is kind
प्यार is psycho
Plays with your mind.
I still need you
And आप need me too.
Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
My fault, my grievous fault.
When you're hurt
द्वारा my hand
It's Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
To प्यार is to destroy.
It's a contradiction.
When I've tried my hardest to keep आप safe
Shield आप from the world outside
I try to kill those who breathe on you
I feel apathy.
You're warmth on my skin
Chills me within, I push आप away
I run away from you, my fears of losing you
Overcome my प्यार for you
Cut myself, dreams of आप deteriorating slowly kill me
Driving me insane
आप ask of my issues
I don't let आप know for it may hurt आप too.
So as we kiss, I slice the skin on my arm with my स्टेक knife.
I bleed and bleed, staining the white shag rug. Scarlet.
आप scream and scream until I whisper my last words, 'I प्यार you, but it killed me.'
And I wake up in cold yet hot sweat, pain easing up my arm. I look down, and see the scarlet invitation to a death parade.
I send आप a goodbye text. Telling आप to come visit me in the morning,
I walk slowly but steadily into the रसोई, रसोईघर and pull out the चाकू from my dream.
Cutting the skin on my chest, 'You+Me=
Till I see blood. Walk back to my room
Take my last breath and एल slowly die.
प्यार is patient
प्यार is kind
प्यार is psycho
Plays with your mind.
I still need you
And आप need me too.
Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
My fault, my grievous fault.
When you're hurt
द्वारा my hand
It's Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
To प्यार is to destroy.
It's a contradiction.
When I've tried my hardest to keep आप safe
Shield आप from the world outside
I try to kill those who breathe on you
I feel apathy.
You're warmth on my skin
Chills me within, I push आप away
I run away from you, my fears of losing you
Overcome my प्यार for you
Cut myself, dreams of आप deteriorating slowly kill me
Driving me insane
आप ask of my issues
I don't let आप know for it may hurt आप too.
So as we kiss, I slice the skin on my arm with my स्टेक knife.
I bleed and bleed, staining the white shag rug. Scarlet.
आप scream and scream until I whisper my last words, 'I प्यार you, but it killed me.'
And I wake up in cold yet hot sweat, pain easing up my arm. I look down, and see the scarlet invitation to a death parade.
I send आप a goodbye text. Telling आप to come visit me in the morning,
I walk slowly but steadily into the रसोई, रसोईघर and pull out the चाकू from my dream.
Cutting the skin on my chest, 'You+Me=
Till I see blood. Walk back to my room
Take my last breath and एल slowly die.