I’m killing myself slowly
drinking in this poisoned lust
and enwrapping myself
in his web of lies.
Entrapped in his kiss,
silky tongue slithering
its way into my heart,
a venom that tastes so sweet.
Lace-woven words to lure me in,
injecting me with confidence
while he crawls into my skin
and lays seeds of hope.
I’m not his victim though;
I was captured willingly
committing suicide by
letting him get a hold on me.