You were my chosen poison,
I think I always knew how this would end.
The slow decay.
You were sweet,
in a sickly kind of way,
the kind that lingers,
clings.
I still taste you on my tongue,
poisoned memories dancing slowly,
like they know I won’t stop them.
Flavours I will never forget,
even if I tried.
I let you dissolve into me,
staining the soft parts,
decaying every bit of beauty.
Some poisons don’t **** you.
They keep you alive,
rotting you slowly from the inside,
making sure you will taste them forever.
You—
were my chosen poison.
I still taste you dancing on my tongue.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 8:35 PM UTC
You were my chosen poison,
I think I always knew how this would end.
The slow decay.
You were sweet,
in a sickly kind of way,
the kind that lingers,
clings.
I still taste you on my tongue,
poisoned memories dancing slowly,
like they know I won’t stop them.
Flavours I will never forget,
even if I tried.
I let you dissolve into me,
staining the soft parts,
decaying every bit of beauty.
Some poisons don’t **** you.
They keep you alive,
rotting you slowly from the inside,
making sure you will taste them forever.
You—
were my chosen poison.
I still taste you dancing on my tongue.