My Poison.

my poison influences me.

she taught me what it means to be bitter while in love.

what it means to hate without regret.

i worshipped the ground she walked on.

i would’ve been dirt if it meant i could be near her.

looking from another’s eyes,

i see the evil she possesses.

i feel the poison coarse through my veins,

as i look through a smoke filled confusion.

was i in love?

was she really what i wanted?

she belongs to the temporary,

a space between what’s real and what’s pretend.

for a moment i saw her,

i watched her inject this poison into my body,

i smiled as she did it.

she told me it was her love.

so i let her do it.

my poison consumes me,

she owns my thoughts, she knows it too.

every pointless distraction is tainted by my desire for her.

the disguise of a pretty face will deceive even the purest of lovers.

i am forever changed. she is my poison.

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