I shredded pieces of you to make pieces for me
To fill in my missing ones; didn't seem like you needed yours
You seem fine as the psychopath that you' are
No one to love, no notion of what's love
With only me for company; the girl who can't appease you sexually
But ours is a different sort of romance
We have other ways to express ourselves, don't we?
The mental battles as exhilarating as ecstasy
Lovemaking for competitors, an extreme sport
I break you or you damage what's left of my heart
I tear you, limb from limb, and dice into fleshy divisions your favourite organs
You can cut me again and again, but I warn you
That's way too many orgasms for a woman
And that's why we should never be left aside
Tossed around and burnt black
Cause this right here is the blackbeak stereo
I was made for you, my darkling
And that's all you need to know
This is a poem I wrote in reference to the new Shadow and Bone series on Netflix. Imagine for just a second, that Alina ran into the Heretic's arms instead of away. Now that would make for a very sexy and dark love story.
Can you guess what D.A.R.K. means? Tell me in the comments below.