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I’m following your footsteps

I’m addicted to your skin

Your voice stings like a heartbeat

every time you pull me in

But the way you catch all the butterflies

makes me fear your breath’s too sweet

It’s toxic, leaves me craving

convinces me it’s all I need

An ember twists up the obsession

exploding in my head

It’s beautiful, it’s dangerous

I still embrace the flames of red

But the way you catch all the butterflies

makes me fear your breath’s too sweet

It’s toxic, leaves me craving

convinces me it’s all I need

I’m out of control in the hurricane

inhaling your hallucinations

and smoking your scent

I’m latched onto the mirror image

of this toxic pretty face,

the butterflies’ friend

Winter exits, arsenic on my tongue

pretending to be spring when

I’m left battered in this April storm

sipping the blood-red cost of love again