Would you still embrace me, if you knew how I longed to strangle you?
Would you still kiss me, if you knew what words wanted to trickle from my lips?
Would you die for me, if you knew eradication of your being would be enjoyable to do?
Would you ever understand my hatred for your hands upon my hips?
Would you look at me the same, if you knew the fury in my gaze?
Would you play with my hair, if you knew of the venom surging from it’s roots?
