four weeks
no thoughts exchanged
do you think about me
i wonder
you look happy, you do
but poisons look good too;
what are you doing
where you are
i wish i could stop but
that's all I think every hour.
this insatiable hope
this poisonous wait
that one of these days your bitmoji will pop up
again,
will be the cause of my death
again.
every second i'll spend there
is poisonous yet tempting for me
the poison worth dying for.
