Pedestal

If it’s love, you wrote the book.

I still feel the flames you forsook.

You could burn me with a look.

Got me dangling from your hook,

Like a fish out of water.

You’re extraordinary.

God damn, incendiary.

You make the fire look benign.

Boil my blood and drink the brine.

You’re less a flower, more a vine,

My neck’s where you twine.

You’re extraordinary.

God damn, incendiary.

I'll smile while you rip me apart,

Drain the blood from my heart,

Frame the stains and call it art.

I see the end before the start,

Love can only lead to slaughter.