Her

p o i s o n

There were good days, the days were she loved as hard as she fought.

On these days, her love burned red hot in his chest, her sweet words circling in his mind.

But her rage was able to destroy one's heart as quickly as she filled it.

He knew she was unstable, a ticking time bomb. He knew he shouldn't want her.

She was poison, but he still craved her.

She was his drug and he was addicted.