If you're reading this, I'm dead.

H I M

[ ripped piece of paper ]

his lips tasted of poison
a poison that was addictive
before she knew it -
substance abuse.
not typical substance abuse though -
his lips.
his lips were the substance,
she needed every inch of him near her
to breathe, to think, to live
and when she didn't have him
she would shake, uncontrollably.
she would panic and cry,
she wanted the sweet taste of his poison on her lips
she wanted to feel it race through her veins
starting from her legs upwards,
she didn't want to feel but feel all the same.

dependancy was what she had,
she became dependant on his lips,
that sweet substance on his lips.
and what is it? you may ask -
love.
she never became addicted to the substance
because the substance was love
she would hide behind this mask
of thinking it was his lips that drugged her every time he came home,
when it actual fact
it was love
the gentleness of love
those four letters.
l - o - v - e
those four words,
can kill you.

- beth