The potency of your poison was not enough to **** me. You burned through two layers of skin and I just stood there.
I stayed.
My flesh and bones melted from your lava words. I'm gathered in such a lovely pile on the floor, until I'm blown away by your words. The words that originated from the same place that used to send compliments and kisses my way.
You made the most beautiful mess of me.
You left me half dead and vacant, within arms reach.
It was glorious,
but please sweep me
up off my feet.