crime scene romance

I fell
in love with the colour
of your blood
mixed with mine –
a deep garnet
red, almost
black
except when you look
at it in the light
streaming through the broken
glass window
that I smashed,
aching for your
attention.

We own the biggest
knives
you’ve ever seen
and I nail
razor blades
to door handles

to stop
you leaving
and our welcome
mat says
‘love’ inside
a pretty little
heart
like the ones i draw
all over
your chest
while you’re sleeping —

while the kitchen
tiles are splattered
with the inside of my stomach
and the smears
of your attempts
to clean me
all up.