He’s my enemy, not my boyfriendÂ
(though sometimesÂ
I can’t tell the difference).
He says his darknessÂ
is in the past, but his edgesÂ
are still tinged with black.
He tries to hurt me,
but I’m too busy hurting himÂ
to notice.
The more damage I do,Â
the more he loves me.
And when he’s bad,Â
I long to kiss him.
Smashed together,
we can’t part.
Pleasure, pain,Â
they’re just the same.
Walls cave in.
Ceilings fall.
As do we,Â
amid the wreckage.