I can taste your memory
Like sweet poison
You act like an angel
But you're a monster underneath
That flawless facade of yours
You misled me
And it's all my fault, I know
But you're to blame
For the blood that was spilled
Over this once-white carpet
So come here
Let me get another drink of you
Danger is my passion
And you're my remedy
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind