Pretty picture you paint— like a hairpin
I was so tempted by your sight that I had to give in.
so I pulled the hairpin trigger closer to me, my crowning jewel,
but like all hairpins, the crown was too heavy for my head,
so, I had to push you back.

Then you asked me,
"Why do you pull me closer when you have to push me away?"

You're too pretty, I say
I don't want to defile your love
with what I have to offer to you
when all I love myself with
is a blackened heart
and rotten soul?