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It won't be easy to love me;
it will be a massacre.

You will have the gun
and I will give you the bullets.

You will have the blade,
and I will run into it.

You will kill me everyday
in ways you won't even know.

The blood splatter
will be everywhere.

My heart cracked open
like a shell casing.

But there will be beauty
in the slaughtering.

A pattern of love in how
the blood drips from my chest.

Even if I die a little each day,
I hope it's at the end of your knife.