She's the type you fall in love with knowing you shouldn't/a special spice of life that you crave no matter how bitter the aftertaste or how poisonous the root...

I lay awake and I think about the way feelings taste differently
the way every kiss before yours tasted bitter and nonchalant
the day grows dim and I don't know how to think of anything but you
I envy the pillow holding your head and the sheets wrapped in your body
It's 2 am and I swear I can still hear you after all of this time

Part 2.

The cracking smile on her face, faded as he lifted her hands away. Propagating a gap between them, granting the cold air a territory,
to crawl among the spaces.
There was an interval silence before she broke it.
"Would it hurt you if I chose something beautiful?".
Deep down, she truly wished that it wouldn't.
She then profoundly started studying him who was strenuously absorbed into fathomless thoughts.
Another deadly silence filled in the room.
To her great misery, he murmured, "I don't know."
Along with a vulnerable gaze and a despairing smile, she let the words escape, "Tell me the truth then, will you?"
He raised his eyebrows, "should I?"
She nodded, as she barely knew that he was slightly nervous,
"This," he paused, "thing between us, I don't want it anymore."
She was in a dazed, having a hard time to conceive his sentence and approbate the bitter fact that he quit loving her.

Evenoer

This Picture Perfect Family
Is family of contradiction.
Hands hold the frame of the Portrait;
Bitterness seethes with friction.
Repulsive as summer cockroach,
Its artwork I wish to reproach.
Faces full of fake smiles-
Cloyingly sick, I want to puke!
The portrait presents many lies.

This Picture Perfect Family,
The truth is it has been defiled!
Father fights Mother; home havoc!
Harmony crushed by clamor.
Though I may be a naive child,
This family has a vicious void.
Resentment rattles with full force;
The essence of love long destroyed;
Hatred only settled with divorce!

This Picture Perfect Family
Can only appear in my dreams.
The tone of painting I abhor;
Behind our smiles, gloominess gleams,
It does not show there is a war.
My mind screams in frustration
Like the ******’s first castration.
I wish this wretched pain to bury-
Emotions blurred by apathy!

This Picture Perfect Family
Will not exist any longer!
I wonder now what is at stake-
Foundation of love macerates.
Hands tremor in anguish anger;
The Family Portrait drops and breaks.
Glass frame shatters; heart lacerates.

Oh, let this Portrait rot in hell…
Picture Perfect Family farewell!

(c) Jo Swan

I let my heart get the best of me
Again, this time
I laid my lips on risk
And found how sweet it tasted...

And I crumbled down in this destruction
Grasping for another hit
And I sat up from where you played me
Gasping, just to breathe a bit

But it all went into you, my dear
It all went into you
And I'll be lying, feeling hollow
Before this night is through

For I hugged close to all your edges
Like the thread upon a spool
And each time you spun and turned me
I unraveled to a pool

Well if I am to drown in this,
Would you mourn me in the rain?
Could I drip into your thoughts the way
You're flowing through my veins?

And if I whisper in the darkness,
Could I then become your ghost?
Haunting, knowing that I loved you
And I'd loved you more than most