The Life In My Eyes

I cannot tell you
how many times I have imagined
putting a knife to your throat,

how bright my smile gets
when I think it,
how I flush with heat.

Every time, you tell me
how beautiful I am,
and you marvel

at the life in my eyes,
as I imagine
extinguishing yours.

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2 Responses to The Life In My Eyes

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Now this might be the definition of ‘hurts so good’…

    well Jones, i’m flying across the pond shortly. wish me well would ya.

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