It's like poison to my soul
Being here
Captivated by toxic.

I cry every time
The taste of sweet nectar
Fading from my lips when I return.

Why don't they taste their own bitter hearts?
Why can't they die, like I, from the venom in their mouths?
Don't they feel the weight on their shoulders?

I hate it
I hate it so much it hurts
I hate it so much that I cry
Every time.