Poison of Love

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I have felt the poison of love

for the first - and the - last time!!

Love is a vine when it is shared.

It grows around two hearts,

holds gently,

keeps them alive.


But sometimes love turns poisonous

when it is carried alone.

It haunts every corner of the soul

when it has nowhere to go.


The heart aches without rest.

The soul cries in a language no one hears.

The body reacts before the mind understands.

Eyes grow heavy.

Blood turns cold.

The mirror is forgotten.


Still, my body remembers the bitterness,

as if it has grown addicted to you.


I think of you becoming someone else’s.

You loving her.

Holding her hand.

Losing yourself in her eyes.

Touching her skin

as if it were always meant for you.


STOP!!!, my soul cries,

but longing does not stop when asked.


I never invited you.

You drifted in unannounced,

rested on my tongue,

and stayed.


Now you are taken away,

yet I still crave you.

I still taste that strange, lingering presence of you

that refuses to disappear.


So let this poison remain.

Let it move through me slowly.

Let it end me piece by piece,

quietly,

patiently,

as if loving you was the only thing

my body ever learned to do.

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