My breath escaped me,
when your arms opened,
pulling me closer,
I think when our lips met,
a part of me must have died.

You were the most wonderful person,
somehow managing to throw my logic out the window,
leaving me to succumb to blind emotion,
fueled by your words and actions,
I folded into you over, and over.
Becoming familiar to the feel of your rough calloused hands,
running circles all across my skin.
You burned where you touched.

In the midst of waking up,
slipping to the bottom of a few bottles,
I realized in the worst possible moment,
that you were poison.
You shook me off of my course,
leaving me to feel inclined to give up,
on all the good things I sought avidly for myself,
and with each word you spoke,
I opened up a little more,
leaving more room for you to crawl into my heart,
but instead you came into my head,
twisting me a part,
leading me on,
and telling me that I was wrong,
that there was something wrong with me,
and each time you said it,
with each painful word you threw my direction,
I believed it.

But to end it all,
that took more courage than I'd like to openly admit,
because I still loved you,
even though I never said it,
I never dared to say that to you,
but if there was one thing I could ever thank you for,
it would be giving thanks to you for being an *******,
and placing yourself at the bottom of the list,
a perfect example of the person,
never to end up with.