my king

love is never love when it's new, pure and clean
before the red eyes
the purple wrists
peel-off skin


love before the storm is a law
and whatever lasts after the biting and chewing and intimate destruction
bowels ripped
swollen sockets
after the things you swore you would never do
that, my queen, is the choice that deserves the crown
and everything before is the sleeping pill before surgery,

never flowers at the recovery room.