loving you was loving poison, the kind that kills one slowly

shrouded in honey to mask the bitterness of truth

I never noticed that you shoved it down my throat

aware only of the salaciously sweet words you spoke as I was choked

and it haunts me now, the way you used to touch me

sometimes at night I still hear your voice behind me

we shared things we never should have:

beds and bottles, drugs and drunken conversations

in the end, it was you I had to detox from to start anew

now watch as a garden blooms from desolation

I hope the view ruins you