poison rarely tastes deadly when it goes down
it was just on the tip of our tongues
now we’re dopamine-drunk off sweet nothings
before we can realize it’s wrong
we’re dancing with demons
knowing they’re wants dressed as needs
claiming they fit holes shaped like hearts
but we fall for it
thoughtlessly pushing start
accepting the rules of engagement
double-dog-daring the edge of a cliff
asking how close we can come with no regrets
we’ve paused just a second too late
allowed soul ties to speak tainted truths
entangled in the syntax
syllables dripping danger like rain
temptation tiptoes inside
wearing wordplay like a cloak
so clever it makes pain feel gentle
leaving us taken and trapped
at the mercy of the venom
addicted to what’s in our veins
soon we are lying through our teeth
fingers foolishly crossed behind us
promising we’ll hit it one last time
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