Your words drip down your teeth

like honey. My words cut you with

every breath. Your face falls beneath

a halo. My face falls beneath a pair

of horns. Your eyes shine like the

light I need at the end of my tunnel.

My eyes bring tears to yours. You

don’t think I notice.

Two cups sit on a table. One reads

water, the other reads poison. You

know which is which yet you chose

to drink poison. You chose to drink

me. You drink me like I’m the water

and you are dying of thirst. You know

that I’ll kill you, that I’ll change you for

the worst.

You and poison don’t mix. We know

that yet we carry on like we won’t

be the end to each other. We continue

to hurt and we continue to love. A

savage circle of falling in and

out of emotions we barely have

experience with.

Yet through all of this, you are

still the water I need to feel

alive. You are the only thing that

makes my life bearable. You make

the sting feel softer. The cuts don’t

run as deep. My poison doesn’t burn

so much. It doesn’t hurt as much to

love.