I knew that he would be a trouble that
Would break my heart.
Taking me to dark places in me that I
Didn't know exist.

I knew that one taste of his venomous lips would be something I'd regret.
But it never stopped me longing for just one taste of a poison kiss.

I knew the longer I stare into his eyes the more lost I would become.
He was a broken beauty that drew me
Into his wicked game.

Writing poem after poem in the hope he read them and say something.
Passing glances feeling angry at myself for allow him in.

I hate myself for loving him and tasting the forbidden fruit I should have just left well alone.