my lady macbeth

"the lady doth protest too much, methinks."

oh my darling, it takes an axe and a crack and a scream for those that are hard of hearing to realize that we are nothing short of the perfect crime that's badly covered up. my fingerprints stain you like the crimson wine that trailed down your chin. "you glutton." gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins. clearly i am deadly enough to do you harm, but i know my charm is really just bravado and a transparent smile that doesn't quite reach the eyes. my lady takes deep breaths and every exhalation fills the air with ice. i've frozen her to the core, i've etched into her heart. "i was here, now i'm gone, take three beats for my every two." all this philosophical waxing and waning has got your feet up on the table, leaning back in your chair with two of the legs off the floor. eyes in the back of your head are currently closed. sneaking up unnoticed; eating away at the edges of your head like acid on the brain. we can't all be geniuses - i am not van gogh, i didn't go insane from lead poisoning. surely i am as romantic. surely i would cut off my ear and give it to my lover. i lack the typical signs of affection. i lack anything but some pretty words and a blank stare. i am nothing but the love that you've given me, filled me with. you breathed life into me and welcomed me into your bed with open arms after all of my transgressions.