Be your full

Marry my madness.. not the mask I wear,

but the bite in my smile and the smoke in my stare.

Kiss the match I keep under my tongue,

where sugar rots slow and the sharp words are young.

I bloom in the cracks where the sky forgot light,

A cocktail of chaos, too cruel to be right.

Honeyed venom in veins that don’t pray,

I’ll love you like fire if you don’t run away.

Will you? Will we.

So wear this ring made of wire and sin,

come back not beautiful— be your full

And step through the storm where my worlds begin.

Don’t promise forever, just bond when I call,

For I’ll give you my kingdom,

if you’ll love me through all.

Be my will, be our full.