These are the words I want to pin to you, <br />But you don’t think in tounge twisters. <br />So I will brand you instead with empty words, <br />Like love, because nothing else comes to mind. <br />I am revolted by this urge growing in my womb, <br />A yen I can’t ask you to fill. <br />All sense directs me away from you but, <br />Here I am at your door again- <br />Ready for you to rip me apart once more. <br />And I can’t help but wonder how my heart <br />Can still beat in your presence <br />When you have shredded it into paper cut outs of everything you will never be. <br />So maybe it’s me, <br />But I think that it’s you <br />That has been carving away at my body- <br />Shaping me into whatever seems to fit for the moment. <br />But the moment passes <br />And you continue to work, <br />Discarding the unwanted limbs onto the floor <br />To be swept up into another one of your lines of affection. <br />Somehow dismemberment won’t stop the butterflies <br />From turning over my gut. <br />And I believe that you believe what you have said <br />And that Every Lie you fall for, <br />Just as hard as I do<br /><br />Prince ....<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-slit-the-sheet-the-sheet-i-slit-and-on-the-slitted-sheet-i-sit-with-freshly-fried-fresh-flesh-i-need-not-your-needles-they-re-needless-to-me/
