i am tethered to my sickness—
brain worms and implacable affinity
soil and blood like strings on
careful fingers, knitting precariously
the loose ends, every alteration
another implication, pull hard enough
and i am tightly bound to peril
deeply fused into your liquid mercury
insensate though that may be
unliberated; as my mind is a metal can
rust and decay so effervescent
an empty clanking of unlinked adages
circulating alluvial expectations
throughout all of my weeping nerves
and stillness, if i were still able
pain could only wake me for so long
before attachment becomes a
blunted weapon, and your infection, my
bereaved maladaptive paradise.

Your kiss is poison.
When your hands touch my body, it's an addictive substance that summons my soul for more.
When you're angry and not around, i yearn for the existence of love and your touch.
Your soul completes mine in company and without.
Your smile is my destiny, so happy and bright but when you cry i take my right thumb and swipe away those tears you been hiding from all the demons inside.
You are my poison addictive and sweet, like a piece of chocolate which melted in my mouth right at the touch of love and happiness.

My dream was to ship my relation to the mark on the map.
Unimaginable when my treasure; Cleo, marked our love as Anthony.

A relationship of lush, love and power.
Heavy drinkers just for fun, we called ourselves "livers".

Your liver collapsed by the poison caused by our lavish lifestyle.

Our power together was unbeatable but failed miserable when you made my heart stop beating.

But our love was forever so you decided to meet me in the life hereon after.