The venom runs down my veins.

It makes me gasp for breaths of air

I lose control of my senses

And I taste you again.

And I can’t stop.

It’s the poison that keeps calling my name

And I cower upon your arrival

Call me pathetic,  desperate and doomed

For I loved you as I did bloom

Now the taste is just betrayal

While I sip whiskey and peach ale.

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