Love Is My Poison
Love.
The word is the poison
dripping from your lips.
It’s our curse.
Love is more fatal than a sinking ship
in a stormy sea.
These are more than words,
this is my warning.
This isn’t a dream.
This what he did to me.
Love brought me closer to him.
I didn’t know he’d lose his mind.
His departure left me decomposing.
Love is holding a gun to your head.
Still,
I’ll take the poison out of you,
because there will be no one to heal me.
Love will leave you more dead
than any corpse would ever be…
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