Suggestive Christianity
You smell like bleach but sweeter
Do you even sweat
You smell like clean C. Vitae
Are you scared of regret?
It's so weird that I like you clean
And then I want your filth badly
When I want all the in-between
I want your dirt, oh, sadly
Or just some of your wrong
Misspell a word
Sing one bad song
Just don't be curt
Could be sixty-nine pages long
Am I wrong to want this?
You're insecure, it shows
Full-on needing your poisoned kiss
My flaws fully exposed
Wouldn't trust you in that outfit
But god, I'd trust you with my life
Good in you, in every bit
To want me I'd must be your wife
And you'd must see me fit
So stare at me with your blue eyes
I'm left to ask: What it will be?
Is it starvation in disguise?
When will you write poems 'bout me?