Suicide

You would take a gunshot if it came Cloaked in a kiss; you would lean in And lap up a tear, brand your name And Steal the bliss; you would win. Sometimes when you take off your shirt In front of me; I wonder why You feel the need to make love hurt, I'd like to see what hooks your eye - You never cared who saw you bare I've seen you want; reluctantly, Want Disaster to make you share, And fuck the rhyme scheme.