As I take a sip of your poison,
my insides burn with desire.
I want you to keep crawling through my arteries,
and so I take you in, slowly,
one sip at a time.
It stings.
But the moment you brush your fingers on my bear skin,
it fades away.
The burning sensation is replaced by comfort.
You touch me so gently,
that it seems impossible,
that you're capable of such cruelty.
And as you whisper into my ear, I forget.
I forget the pain you caused.
I forget that you're toxic.
And I forget why I left.
And as you place your cold lips on my neck,
I loose my sense of judgement.
I collapse between your arms and decide to never let you go.
I decide to get back, to the suffering,
to the agony,
for it's worth being back in your arms.
Your poison leaves me scorched,
it leaves me burning.
I have the antidote;
I know how to wash you away,
but I long for you to ignite me.
For yes, you are a poison, but you are my poison.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
