Mirror cracked, I wear the fracture like silk—
sweet arsenic on my lips, every kiss prints guilt.
Halo snaps, sparks raining to the floor;
I lace my veins with velvet lies, then beg you for more.
Cross my heart, hope you die—pretty promise, perfect curse;
love me in the chaos, we’ll make heaven hurt.
Saints are screaming, but their music’s divine;
close your eyes, take the poison, call it Valentine.