Murder is...

[From sketchbook:]

i'd like to put just a lot of poison up in
my lungs and my stomach and my body but
not my eyes because i use them to see
you and not my fingers because i need
them to touch you and not my mouth
because they let me kiss you and
definitely not my heart because
it's no longer just mine. so
as my veins fill with
tarnish and my liver caves
under the strain and
my throat burns from
the pressure and heat
and pain i hope
you can just let me
tell you this one thing
- i love you.