Nothing.

Kiss my lips.
Kiss my heart.
Let me go.
Or tear me apart.

Take my life.
Eat it whole.
Lie to me.
Devour my soul.

Cherish the times.
You play me around.
My bleeding heart.
Left on the ground.

The kiss of death.
From my eyes.
Grinds straight through.
Final goodbyes.

Left and lost.
With nothing else to do.
Except sit and write poems.
All about you.