Poison

Such is the fateful inevitability,
Of a young heart,
to become infatuated
with the sensation of consuming
the sweetest poison.
A rare juxtaposition,
A black body, a liberated heart
Such a sacrifice,
That if given the seldom choice
She would accept a thousand more deaths
To feel life in her dormant body,
an addiction
satisfied,
a thirst that even water couldn't kill.
And in this last breath, she breathes a lifetime.
To live as you die
such is the hypocrisy
of true love.