She Is Nice To Me Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

She makes fun of what I write
cleaning her lips on the back of her palm
before kissing me
afraid of staining me with her sins
with the sins of those that kissed her tonight,
she is good to me, she let's me kiss her
if I close my eyes, she even lets me undress her,
if I close the lights,
she is nice to me, wrapping my arms around her neck,
wanting me to kill her.
Full of sins, I love her,
so I'm going to save her,
I'm going to be nice to her too,
I'm going to kill the world instead.