His love was the only poison I allowed into my bloodstream. Like a raging fire, it consumed me whole and blinded my nights with searing flames from his touch. Lips made from the softest feather bore the deadliest bite. His hands created the most beautiful art until it came to the leftover scars upon my body. The words he spoke were like a smooth melody to those he didn’t know, but a siren within my reach.

His love came only once in a blue moon, but what a pleasure it was to be on the receiving end of those kisses that led to my addiction. His love was the start of a delicate rose to its ugly thorns and finally to its last withering petals. Loving him only ever destroyed my heart. People have told me how toxic he is, but they fail to understand I’m just as poisonous which makes us a perfect match. He leaves marks on my wrists and turns my eyes black and purple but it’s okay because it’s just his show of affection. I would give anything to feel his arms around me, even if he’s slowly suffocating me. He’s captivated me with the promise of forever even though forever doesn’t exist. To have his love is all I’ll ever want, 

even if it kills me.