You're the Girl

i nuzzle my nose against your belly
i am pathetic
and needy

desperate for you to allow me
to be part of you

handed a cup filled with poison
you say,
 "drink from this,"
and i do
because...

i keep thinking you're the girl

there's a gun on the table
and you tell me that every bullet is love

i put the barrel against my chest
feel my own heart beat
on the trigger

because i keep thinking you're the girl

you offer a knife
convince me that you will be mine
if i bleed

and i do

i cut my wrists
joyfully exclaiming,
 "We will be together!"

i do it
because...

i am
needy
pathetic
desperate

and i keep thinking you're the girl