Please

I think if I could have you any way,
I'd put venom in your mouth,
And I'd wrap your fingers around my wrist
My teeth could sprinkle the floor
Like spilled milk.
I'd have you look at me,
I'd have you see me and think,
"Shes come undone",
"Shes come undone"

Under your hot,
Rash hand,
I'll only thank you,
And plant soft, sad kisses on your palms
And read you pretty lines from books we don't understand.