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Tara Apr 2020
Desire is an ******;
she is addicted,
as is he to her.
She is his ******,
she needs only how he loves her.

He needs the entirety of her,
he will never have it,
she will evade him forever.
He is only her satisfaction,
and she is his love.

Doomed to dance with him,
and without him,
a truly Shakespearean heartache.
The deadliest poison yet sweetest nectar,
he will ever know.
Michael A Duff Apr 2020
She was a match , My other half

She was also poison , The kind you cant get enough of

Her dysfunction mingled with mine in strange ways that broke us both
Matched and missed dearly
Giuseppe Roy Apr 2020
You are the poison to my apple,
The dark cloud in my blue sky,
We are more the same than we are different
Contrary to what you might think
I forgive
Your ignorance is bliss
Feel free to comment
Terry Apr 2020
Her love is like a sweet poison that I willingly consume.
My time with her is a beautiful misery that I endure.
To escape her is unthinkable as I am addicted to the heavenly suffering she has rewarded me with.
Eleanor Apr 2020
The emperor’s dinner was served.
Finally cooked fresh fish tonight.
And when the emperor had finished,
He felt perfectly alright.

Later the emperor felt queasy.
The pain in his chest was dull.
As he fell in a faint,
His stomach was unbearably full.

The emperor lay on the ground.
Trying to breathe with all his might.
In the end all he could do
Was accept he could see the light.

As the emperor lay dying
And contemplating his fate.
Servants raced to find the poisoned food.
But alas, they wouldn’t. It was the plate.
I was given the prompt 'plate' by a friend and this was the first thing my mind came up with :)
Arduino Apr 2020
My smiles are fake and sad.

Just look at the crease between the putrid corners of my lips.

Chapped and corroded.

Don't kiss me. I might infect you...
Poetic T Mar 2020
I want the kiss,


                      but the venom

you craved, dam I'm addictive...

And when we French kissed it wasn't

            the beauty you wanted..

But the thrill of the poison passing

thorough the movements of your exhilaration...

I died every time you kissed me..

but when your palms touched

                  upon my face...

I was revived...

Your my sarcophagus of resurrection..

And every time I open my eyes,

I say


               "I love you now more then my last breath,
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