My blood fills with poison as I look in your eyes. Being with you is an emotional suicide. I try my best to keep away, but the poison brings me back, wanting to fight. But I succumb to its weakening pull. I fall to my knees, and choke out my last breaths as your poison fills my veins, my lungs, my heart, my brain. I fall to the ground, spent for the day, hoping my fight will return, and your poison will go away.