I’m sorry can’t you see? I swear this time.

It’s genuine, sweetheart. You know it’s real.

Come on honey, you know it's not much. We’ll-

We’ll call it a date, run out the daytime.

I love you, you know? With all of my heart.

Gorgeous, long hair, sorry for hands rougher

Tougher than should be; acid no buffer.

You won’t go. Little girl, no place to start.

Sweet talk. Convictions waver before me

You crumple in my fingers, paper wet.

Dry paper sees lines, lines of mosaics

Shards sharp; colors bright. You’ve never been free

I’ll love you now, do it right, won’t forget.

I know you now,  you wouldn’t dare touch Styx.