Making Love to Death With My Eyes Wide Open

Kiss me.
Hold me close and let me know how much you care.
Tell me a story with your hands.
Those fist hugs around my throat make me want to stay.
Blue and black reminds me just how much you care if I leave.
You love me.
You really love me.
You'd die if I walked away
so I don't have any other option
but to stay.

Whisper words of love into my ear.
Yes. I'm ugly.
I'm fat and nasty and disgraceful.
I pity you have to see me.
I pity you.
Punch me again.
Slap me.
Kill me when I crawl into bed.
We both know what love is.

And when we both die;
you for murder and me for lying to myself yet another night,
we'll beg God save us for love's sake...
because he knows that love is death.
All he has to do is ask his son.
Right?