legs and limbs and lips 
all open with your fingertips 
you make holes in me 
and little slits 
you use as mouths 
for you to kiss 

close my plastic eyelids 
you say this is the love we all hope to find 
so don't cry, don't worry 
you're supposed to bleed the first time 

the books, sad songs, and cinema
the all lied lied lied 
why didn't anyone tell me 
love is like being [bad word] with a knife? 

with the blade on a butterfly 
i'll make a hole in you 
i will kiss it and stick my tongue in it 
hard enough for you 
to feel it in your stomach 
i'll fist it with knuckles full of rings 
give you back the love you said,was mine 
so don't cry, don't worry 
you're supposed to bleed the first time