Your eyes crinkle like candy wrappers
whenever you smile.
Bright blue shines through soulful windows,
a line of wheat colored lashes stutter.
Candy apple lips curve in a half diamond.
Tattoos mark your exterior,
but I’ve marked your organs
burned my way through your veins
until I reached the epicenter of your essence.
My love is simply muscle memory.
Your breath is my favorite song,
your heartbeat–the best lullaby.
But don’t be fooled by pretty words,
I’m not like other girls.
My love is like a natural disaster,
it’s addictive, has you swinging from rafters.
My wrath is like a tsunami,
I forgive, but don’t forget easy
and if I’ve been wronged, I’ll tear you apart,
carve myself out of your heart
and no gold or honey could ever
stick you back together.