You're Killing Me

You would do it.
You would forget me.
You'd love her.
You'd fuck him.
Cause they're much hotter.
And so much better than me in your eyes
More defined in society.
By the way they dress and wear their hair.

You would do it.

And you would leave.
To forget about me.

At that moment, you won't love me.
And you never have.

You'd come back.
And I'd want to take you in my arms.
But, hon.
Just know that I won't.

That's not me.
Even when I'm out of it,
Due to substance,
All I could talk about was you.
I only wanted to talk to you.
I wouldn't dream of touching anyone else.
No matter how famous they are.
No matter how good looking.
No matter what the charmer says.

A half hour.
I cried.
Cause I was convinced,
That was it.
Call ended.
Life over.

Being rational was never one of my strongsuits.

So, my raven.
The minute your fingers touch her skin.
The second your mouth send shivers up his spine.
I hope my face comes to mind.
I hope you wonder what it will look like,
Drained of blood.
Blank eyes open.
Lifeless.

With every word.
And every touch.
You're killing me.