Hate Your Love
Your eyes play the game
The one where you say my name
Your lips promise a fire
Wrapping up in desire
You speak of the flower
That blooms in violet hour
You reveal a life, pure
The death of me, sure
You know it doesn’t hurt
So why am I so burnt
You spark my rising cry
Not a night my cheek’s dry
In and out, the knife
Love’s the end of life
You lie of those three words
Said too much, but not enough
