my love does not come with baggage.
my love comes with airplanes full of baggage, &
my love comes fully armed for war.
i'm dropping missiles cause i think
maybe you shot me a dart,
A-bombs aimed for your chest just because
you lost a piece of my heart.

And he says:
you're so fuckable when you're angry.
his lips bruise my neck,
he takes my blood without breaking the skin,
and he pushes into me hard enough
to keep my pulse from leaping out,
keeping my sanity in.

you don't know my love trips me
with its own baggage. This aggression
is bliss disguised as misery, my blood
forcing its way out of my body
just to get closer to yours- but you
you'll just think i'm
cutting my own skin again.
baby, i don't need razorblades
as long as your fingerprints never fade-
a delicate destruction, elegant
like the ending credits to a rape scene.

don't blink, he says,
don't blink, you'll miss the impact,
don't choke on the things i haven't
bothered to say, don't blink if you
can't handle the quickness with which
i can disappear, don't blink.

my love does not simply come passionate and hot.
my love comes already on fire and
spilling blood at the core,
my love comes with a sure guarantee
that you'll end up
as fucked up as me.
He says sometimes you just
need to explode.

I am puncturing the atmosphere with a single scream,
editting so much self-history that i accidently erased my name-
smashing my car like a highway supernova,
ripping the arteries out of me and
spontaneously bursting into flame-
But I wouldn't know anything about explosions.

Some catastrophes are better left unknown
until they fall out of the sky.
No baby, i don't know why, i
i don't know why my my my
love comes so strong and sudden
that if she does bring baggage, i can
crawl down, curl up and
hide away in their walls,
find a way to survive falls,
dropping like a missile into your chest cavity.

This spiral is as clean as oblivion,
no sophisticated smoke signals or gravity strings-
(i don't know about these safety things)-
so ask me why my heart still sings and
these cuts are healing where you tore off my wings,
see i'm
rising above the hate you bring...

He says:
At this point, i don't really care
to know how your heart does
or how your vengeful blood runs-
and i really can't take another pound added
to this load on my back, girl,
your baggage comes as heavy
as your eyes come black.

you are only fooling,
you're only fooling your self-perception.
everyone comes fully armed,
what makes you think you're any exception?
This is no cupid's dart shot into your heart,
this is armeggeddon falling from the sky-
spiralling away from the explosion like dust
hoping to be caught in your eye.

(2004)