So this boy.
Is so perfectly horrid.

His smile is infectious, his embrace, warm.
And is knives are extra sharp.

Being in his company is to die for.
He wants to make me do just that.

He's got so much to say
But he'd cut your tongue out to hear it.

He makes me squirm and writhe.
Makes me carve holes deep into my face.

Gives me ambrosia to eat.
It burns my mouth to nothing but scars.

He makes me want to scream and shout,
But only because he's killing me inside.

He tells me beautiful things,
So I can't cry as loud. 

Whispers sweet nothings in my ear,
As he drives the blade deeper in my back.

I love this boy and he loves me.
He just loves to watch me hurt more.

Catt.... 2/24/2007.... afternoon