Suicide

When I think of love
It is overwhelming in such a way
That I have to hold myself from shaking

he lights up the entire room, ultra violet
with dragon green eyes that burn into mine like acid
and a smile that kinks and curls in all the perfect places

we are the most dangerous combination I have ever touched.

I know those freckles on his cheekbones are venomous
and if I dare brush my fingers across his sun-kissed skin
I’ll feel the poison crawl under my own

I know his hands on mine will be the death of me
And maybe I want to die.

 

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