Though I know that you are toxic,
I would die for one last kiss.
Infection running through my blood,
poisonous love upon your lips.
If you could hold me in your fiery arms,
my heart would melt within your clutch.
I know your love is rotten to the core,
and I would wilt at your very touch.
What is the point to living,
if your love wasn’t worth the pain?
And why must I bleed repeatedly,
if you were never mine to gain?
To die while held within your arms,
shall never be my fate.
For you have turned my love for you,
into a searing hate.