I drink the poison from your lips,
still call it wine, still take the sip.
You bruise my heart with every kiss,
yet I ache for what I shouldn’t miss.

Your name’s a fire I can't unwrite,
it burns my chest every night.
I tell myself I’ll walk away,
but love like this was meant to stay.

You turn my tears into lullabies,
soft lies dressed in alibis.
Your touch, a cage I begged to hold,
your warmth, a lie I bought and sold.

How can wrong feel so divine?
Why does pain wear your design?
You’re the wound I never clean,
the sweetest ache I’ve ever seen.

Loving you feels like suicide
slow, beautiful, and dignified.
But darling, if it’s you I lose,
I’d die a thousand times. I’d choose.