I do believe you’ve poisoned me, and I did think they’d warn me that your smile is toxic, because there was no touch, there was no kiss, just you and me and this infection.
It can’t be healthy, these butterflies in my stomach. Maybe they’re bats, or maybe they’re mountain lions, because whatever they are, they aren’t sweet anymore.
And if I see you for a second my heart beats a little harder in my chest, as if you had me magnetized. I should know you’re made of iron.
But when I’m close enough to hear you laugh I can’t breathe. It’s not like they say in love songs, you didn’t take my breath away, I’m suffocating. You’re suffocating me and placing pits in my stomach and you make me shiver…
…And I still think you’re beautiful.
Then again, you know what they say,
The beautiful things are the most dangerous,
The brightest things most poisonous.
