I guess I knew. I could tell. I saw it coming from a mile away. I was a bit scared, I suppose. Though it's hard to be afraid of pain after you've been hurt so many times. He said love is poison. That someone always gets hurt in the end. I guess he was right; I should have believed it. So this one's for him.
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Love is poison.
You don't realize at first.
You take a sip, a gulp, a mouthful.
There's a bittersweet taste.
And you like it.
So you continue on.
A drop at a time.
"Just a bit," you say.
"Not enough to kill."
You indulge in it.
It's addictive.
You want more.
You down it, every last ounce.
Until all is gone.
The pain of absence sinks in.
You think this is the most horrific feeling in the world, but the worst is yet to come.
The poison, it has seeped into every crook and cranny.
It started in your finger tips, in your toes, spreading through your blood.
But all veins lead back to the heart.
It strikes you like a bullet.
You fade the same way you fall in love; slowly, then all at once.
It was killing you from the inside out.
And you never had a clue.
They say you can't die of a broken heart.
But love is poison.
And poison kills.
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Short Stories And Such
PoetryJust a collection of short stories and poems that I have written. Some are fictional, some are based off of my own life. I guess I'll just have to leave you to imagine. Disclaimer: As with all poetry, not all of these are about myself and I do not c...
