Oh I love the tales you tell me

When your hands are raw and red

How they tremble when you pause

Or paint the fabric of your bed

And I love your loveless kisses

All the empty shells of words

How they curl around like nooses

Oh it truly is absurd

And I love the way you sleep

The way I crave the taste of rust

When your breath is void of colour

How your eyes close, as they must

But what I love the most of all

Is your heart so bright and pleasing

How it is so scarred and torn

Warm, and red and so appealing