Love is a Dangerous Word

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You walk through the meadow with that look in your eye
Calling them treasures under the summer sky
"I love these daisies," you say with a grin
Then you snap their necks and let the wilting begin
You put them in a vase just to watch them die slow
If that’s how you love them, I’d hate to see you go
Just a colorful corpse in a glass full of grit
You love the beauty, but you’re killing it.

"So, what is 'loving' anyway? 
Is it a soul connection? A cosmic bond? 
Please. 
It’s clearly just the urge to own something until it stops moving so it can't run away from you. 
Romantic, isn't it?"

You pet the velvet fur of a wandering soul
Talk about 'kindness' while you fill up your bowl
"I love all creatures," you claim with a heart so wide
But there’s a silver fork waiting on the other side
You admire the spirit, the grace, and the breath
Then you season the flavor of a premature death
A little bit of salt for the friend you just praised
I’m standing here watching, completely amazed.

"Really, it’s just high-level appreciation. 
You love them so much you want them to be part of you. 
Literally. In your digestive tract. 
That’s the ultimate intimacy, right? 
Burp."

Now the room goes quiet and you’re looking at me
With that same hungry warmth, as far as I can see
The words are forming, they’re soft and they’re sweet
But I’m looking for the exit, looking at my feet
You’re leaning in close to whisper the line
About how you want me and how I’m 'divine'
But if flowers get plucked and the animals get fried
I think I’ll take my chances on the world outside.

"Wait... did you just say it? 
Did you? 
Oh no. Oh no, no, no. 
Keep your 'love' in your pocket, honey. 
I’m not sticking around to see if I’m the dessert. 
Stay away from my petals. 
Stay away from my bones. 
Just... stay away."

2019/7500

"Oh... hi. I was just thinking. You say things. You say such pretty things. But then I watch your hands. And your hands... they don’t always match your mouth. It’s funny, right? Or maybe it’s just... terrifying." You walk through the meadow with that look in your eye Calling them treasures under the summer sky "I love these daisies," you say with a grin Then you snap their necks and let the wilting begin You put them in a vase just to watch them die slow If that’s how you love them, I’d hate to see you go Just a colorful corpse in a glass full of grit You love the beauty, but you’re killing it. "So, what is 'loving' anyway? Is it a soul connection? A cosmic bond? Please. It’s clearly just the urge to own something until it stops moving so it can't run away from you. Romantic, isn't it?" You pet the velvet fur of a wandering soul Talk about 'kindness' while you fill up your bowl "I love all creatures," you claim with a heart so wide But there’s a silver fork waiting on the other side You admire the spirit, the grace, and the breath Then you season the flavor of a premature death A little bit of salt for the friend you just praised I’m standing here watching, completely amazed. "Really, it’s just high-level appreciation. You love them so much you want them to be part of you. Literally. In your digestive tract. That’s the ultimate intimacy, right? Burp." Now the room goes quiet and you’re looking at me With that same hungry warmth, as far as I can see The words are forming, they’re soft and they’re sweet But I’m looking for the exit, looking at my feet You’re leaning in close to whisper the line About how you want me and how I’m 'divine' But if flowers get plucked and the animals get fried I think I’ll take my chances on the world outside. "Wait... did you just say it? Did you? Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Keep your 'love' in your pocket, honey. I’m not sticking around to see if I’m the dessert. Stay away from my petals. Stay away from my bones. Just... stay away."

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