we kindled our love,
and we burn with a
fiery passion.
but one day
i burnt out,
and you stayed alight.

you lit a fire in me that
i didn't know was aflame,
and now that you're gone,
the rain got to it,
and all that's left is smoke.

when we met,
you planted seeds into
the garden
that was my heart.

with every kiss,
every touch,
every "i love you",
the seeds blossomed
into beautiful flowers.

then the taste of your lips
turned bittersweet,
but it always left me
wanting more.

your touch was like poison.
seeping through my skin
and corrupting everything that
was pure and innocent.

the flowers in our garden
began to wilt.
and all that was left was
the bitter taste in my mouth,
and the poison
coursing through my veins.

how naive of me,
to let myself become
addicted to the drug
that was you.