A poisonous flower

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Like a poisonous flower: bitterly beautiful! You are messing around, words are flirtatious strings, With the truth being lost, forgotten… That kind of things. And your peach blossom eyes, they are looking away? Between? This heartbreaker appearance… A glamorous magazine. Are you serious? No, you can’t be, it can’t be so… Like a poisonous flower growing to reach my heart. What’s with yours? Is it beating? I’m waiting for you, my… Love, While this hospital ceiling is pressing on me above. Gosh! It seems like this moth, eventually, rushed to light — through the mountains and leaves, he touched disappearing slice. Like a poisonous flower: thriving within my blood, Cultivating desire, longing, and worrying twice… That’s all for you. What are you thinking about? Wondering now, though I’m able To kiss and touch. I’m patient and Ready, you know, to uncover Every mask of you, any, To see as such. And then, when I got you back, Having tried to reassure you, Claimed you’re different, not like them, You said that it’s all one range: Your body and soul, no change. When a light condemning wind touched upon this plant of poison, I protected and believed, made my heart so widely open… You just stepped into the fire Without regret: “All the monsters should die here. And one that is left.” At this moment, I suddenly understand — how late I was. All this pain, all those memories suffocate… The time’s on pause. But did you really leave me, let dogs bite this stupid heart That was abandoned, damn it, by its destined counterpart? No way. No way. No way. Like a poisonous flower, but never vicious or monstrous… As you stubbornly say.