Does that long inhale of smoke
Catch in your charred throat
When you scowl, dark and low,
Bright eyes beneath a furrowed brow,
And see every line, flaw, mistake,
Etched into my heart and face?
You're just as bad, the same in fact,
There are no lies between our eyes,
We're as thick as thieves,
In our disdain and misery;
I've seen the shadow of the monster
From your past as it looms large
Behind your bowed back,
Teeth at your neck again,
Just waiting for the inopportune time
To draw a little more blood.
Every scheme you turn out,
Each plan you weave with lies,
Soaked with self-confidence
That I know is a disguise,
Fails, falls flat, so you clench your jaw
And scratch another tally
In the book of all you've done wrong,
In for a penny, in for a pound,
There's red in your ledger that
You'll never wash out.
But I won't put you out to pasture,
My love, my hapless evil bastard,
Because whatever you are,
I'm that, times ten or more.
[sorry about the swearing!]
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