You kissed my forehead,
It was gentle
But like poison ivy,
It poisoned my mind
You brushed my flesh
Caressed,
Felt,
Skimmed,
Barley a touch,
But like a nettle rash
My skin itched, red to the touch,
This was meant to be love
So why did it hurt so much,
Love was meant to be gentle
Fond,
Caring,
Tender,
But you were in love
With just giving me pain,
But I craved your heart, I would take either,
For both were the same like poison
Both contaminated the heart
Love, hate,
Different but the same
Both are parts of love
Both poisonous to the heart