She Comes in Knives (Explicit)

She came in like summer static, barefoot in the street

Said, “I love like wildfires — I don’t burn, I eat.”

Her eyes were lit with mercury, her smile a loaded gun

And every time I blinked, I swore she’d turn to run

She called me her religion, said my voice could calm the sea

Then vanished for a week to flirt with ghosts and LSD

Came back at 4AM with tears and bloodied wrists

Said, “You made me feel abandoned, now kiss me through the mist.”

We danced between extremes: obsession, rage, regret

She said, “If you ever leave me, I’ll make sure you forget.”

She comes in knives, not flowers

Screaming “Love me!” then “Devour!”

One minute I’m her savior, the next I’m made of hate

She carves her name into my skin, then sobs it’s all too late

She’d beg me not to touch her, then cry if I refused

Accuse me of betrayal for a text she misused

Her laugh could light a funeral, her silence flood a town

I never knew what version of her wanted me around

"I hate you, don’t you leave me!" scratched into her throat

And every word we shared became a suicide note

“You’re the toxic one,” she’d whisper, “You manipulate and lie”

While hiding razors in her purse and daring me to try

“You never really loved me,” “You’re not who I thought”

But when I tried to leave, she said, “I’ll die if you’re not”

She comes in knives, not kisses

Her love is made of stitches

She loves in red and black and bruises made of guilt

And if you try to fix her, you’re the one she’ll have rebuilt

I lost my job, my friends, my mind, beneath her crashing waves

She made me call her queen and then accused me of her cage

I gave her every piece of me, she fed them to the void

Now I sleep with headphones on, to not hear her destroyed

They say she's getting better now — a therapist, new meds

She texts me “Miss you sometimes,” like I’m not still half-dead

And me? I just repeat her name, like thunder without rain:

“She loved me like a horror film — and left me with the stain.”