there are some things
that sound
perfect.
like the words
you and me,
like the word us.
but not when they're
real.
there are some things
that are
perfect,
like
you and me when
there isn't an
us.
but there are some things
that i believe
to be perfect
like you and me
in this
deep pit,
with your
[beautiful] deadly eyes on me
and those [beautiful] deadly hands
that have all the
[wrong] intentions of a
[beautiful] person,
and that i
don't
want to
let go.
i don't want
to be
lost.
[this pain anchors me.]