She was a heroine heroine.
Smoking words and drinking verse with her
was a toxic antidote for love.
Love was her favorite ***** word.
She puked it out every night
because she knew I'd clean it up in front of all of them.

I peeled off the warning labels,
I laughed at the specialists.
I ignored the side effects.
I silenced the naysayers.
I wanted a dose, I needed it.

She loved the lightning but hated the rain.
I wanted someone to hold hands with.
She loved the fire but hated the ashes.
I wanted a "baby, it's our song" kind of girl.
She wanted the blast without the fallout.
I wanted the flame without the burn.
She was a firecracker dipped in gasoline.
I was a fairy tale without the hero.
She never learned.
I never learned.

You hold her, but only for a moment.
You're not bold enough to stomach her venom.
You light two, give one to her,
and she blows smoke in your eyes.
But it's never her fault,
they made her this way, she says.

She likes to be neck deep in the drama,
her scabs and scars are a life's work of trophies.

Even if I could turn back time? It wouldn't matter
We both knew from the get go which one of us would let go.
You broke at the slightest sign of me.
I was too human for you.
I was too real for you.

All I wanted to see was her, all I wanted to drink was her.
Smother me in poison if you must.
I'll take the burn, the hurt, the pain,
I took it all for you.
I fell for you, and they laughed at both of us,
but louder at me.

She breathed fire from too many liars' kisses.
Inhaled my soul as I choked on your "love"
I begged you for seconds as you "loved" someone else.