Like me, Like you

A pair of scissors will help
fashion the cutest dress ever
as your eyes watch so motionlessly.

Empty and void.

Your face is prettier when it's
dripping with blood, ya know?

I like you so much so I want to
look as pretty as possible, but
either way it's not like you can
ever look at another girl anyway.

You're mine, and now you have to
like me too.

I stand up slowly and set my scissors
on the table, the blades dripping
with the prettiest blood.

I lift up my dress made of your
flesh, smiling and sliding the
rubbery outfit on, tight against
my naked body was the flesh of
your own body that I always wanted
to feel.

I smile at your head impaled on my
bed post,

"Do you like me like I like you?"