Triggers

Pull the trigger, baby,
I'll be your gun.
Slit my throat, sweetheart,
I promise not to cry.

This has to be the most
beautiful betrayal,
exquisitely executed in
every way imaginable.

My heart lies, drawn
and quartered, upon
the snowy earth. Your
love does that to me.

This heart, that loved
you so reverently, who
knew it could die? Poisoned
love, honeyed lies.

Tainted darling, caressed
by dying eyes. That this
betrayal was lost upon my
soul I would give the world.

You slit my throat, I
promised not to cry.
You pulled the trigger
just to watch me die.