My blood is sweet as nectar
and bitter as wine
For it is there your thirst is never satisfied
Thrown in the burning coal of your burning pride, there is no skin
left for me to hide
A hatred so sweetly whimsical
in your eyes
it makes me forget
the cruelty you designed
No one can ever describe the feelings
Brought by your name in the fiery
Beat of my chest
Sweetly divine, bloody red, and
bitter as wine
Truth your perfume makes me squirm
The shape of your face in memory
Will be the death of me
This feeling too much to bare
I don’t dare remember
Darling, you’re dead to me
© Winnie Jakaitis