Slightest flirtation was sordid beginning
Pubescent tears welled into self-infliction
In order to appease the voice of my affliction

Then Death courted me into bed
Disguised as solace, relief
Like all lovers past, He is a lying bastard
Telling secrets, revealing bits I prefer to ignore

Lurking in dark corners of subconscious
He reminds me that we are star crossed lovers,
And meant to be