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Kore Jan 2019
mithridatism
the act of
poisoning until
                      you
are no longer
                      vulnerable

to you
  to your
heat, heart, humor

taking you
piece by piece
until I can
stomach
             you
                  whole
SC Kelley Jan 2019
Love is like nicotine.

Once you've tried it once, you can't get enough.
You say you can live without it.
But you know you're lying to yourself.

That's why heartbreak physically hurts.
The way withdrawals physically hurt.
It makes you sick to your stomach.

You say it's the last time.
But it's not.
It's the final act, for now.

You can try to take a long break from it.
But it always comes slithering back.
Like a shadow you can't hide from.

You can't stop thinking about it.
You sit through your normal life.
Thinking about when your next fix is.

It fills your lungs and makes you feel good.
But shortly after you feel it in your stomach.
Like a poison slowly killing you.

Nicotine is like love.

~S.C.Kelley
Love, or lack thereof, can hurt
(read it all backward now)
Tiger Striped Jan 2019
i had forgotten how to breathe, darling,
since i first laid eyes on you
until now
when finally
you look back at me
and you fill my lungs
and you circulate throughout my body
i couldn't rid myself of you if i tried
i gasp for you with every breath
all i can do is pray
that you will not be poisonous
Tiger Striped Jan 2019
the day we walked in the woods
curiosity was stronger
than i was
as i opened my mouth
thirsty for your spoonfuls
of poison
it dripped from your fingertips
each time you wiped away my tears

soon my vision
had bidden me farewell
how was i to resist
the only voice i could hear
anymore
when it belonged
to the last boy
i ever saw
Mayte Jan 2019
I just pretend too much...
I’ve never felt proud of who I am
This undeniable fact is haunting me
And sooner or later it will take me to the grave
Instead of joy I feel pain
Surely one day, these feelings will force me to fade
Among the dead my heart remains
The sins of my life will take revenge
This amount of contempt will be spread
Because my love is poisonous
It’s a hammer destroying the walls
An arrow straight to your head
What could I possibly say?
I’m so lost in this infinite way
nightdew Jan 2019
poison is what you are,
but i guess, somewhere
in my imperfections, i too,
prefer poison more than the antidote.
poison me, then.
Alle Jan 2019
our relationship was
filled with toxic chemicals
that
       s l o w l y but
                    s u r e l y
crept into
my body
          my head
                    my heart
the way your love
    did
         not
Madison Greene Jan 2019
I wonder if I'm able to love without making a catastrophe of it.
Is my heart more than a catalyst for tragedy?
I wonder, did you ever feel like you were drowning in my feelings?
did you feel like you were breathing again as you walked away?
did you feel like another muse for my sad poetry?
I didn't mean to try and use you as the glue for all my broken parts.
I'm a natural disaster and the truth is the ground beneath you shook everytime you came close.
My pure intentions always seem to get twisted but I promise you I only ever wanted to love.
I know I'm poison running through your veins.
I know you wanted to spit me out the second you tasted me.

I'll kiss another boy who doesn't know my mind because if he did as well as you he'd walk away the same.
Just know I tried to be simple. I tried until I felt nothing at all.
Alle Jan 2019
her lips stretch
to show sharp fangs,
dripping with venom
and
her throat palpitates
as she lets out
a warning hiss;
she is a snake,
poisonous and deadly,
and i have been warned
time and time again
to stay far,
far away,
but as usual,
the allure of danger
calls to me
and i inch
closer and closer,
heart beating
faster and faster
— her body tenses,
prepared to strike —
but as usual,
i ignore everything in my
pursuit.
but,
unlike other snakes
i have encountered,
this one has
the power to
strike back
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