Lethal — A Poem About Harm & Proximity

When you pick me right up then toss me around, you tie my heart up in lies, say you wont let me down, right before I'm let down, you wring me out—then hang me up to dry

I keep soaking you up,
absorbing your love,
falling for your endless
fabrications.
ev'rything you do,
all the words you use,
your ev'ry single move is
calculated...

Added up our numbers,
evened out the odds,
multiplied the reasons why
I'm divided by these flaws

and I'mmmmmm frustrated from
separating your fallacies, trying
to piece together what to believe;
the truth you tell me is ill-conceived
and deep-ly deceitful.

Our love
could've been

superhuman
but it's just lethal.

Barbaric, savage; primeval.
Addictive enough to end a life,
and yet it's still legal.