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

Who falls?

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.

Enjoy!

P.S

Can you guess what D.A.R.K. means? Tell me in the comments below.