She’ll hurt you,

But only in the best way possible,

She’ll make you cry

Just to kiss away your tears.

She’ll break you,

Rearrange your entire mind

Until you see things

In only her eyes.

You’ll think it’s fine,

You swear its fine,

You wouldnt know better

When you’re floating

In a deceiving paradise.

She’ll make you beg

Atop the concrete,

On your knees

As she feeds

On your demise,

With your shaking hands,

And when she gets her fill

She’ll feed you ecstasy and leave.

Pick your poison,

Pick its flavor—

How it’ll feel in your brain,

How she’ll feel in your hands,

It’ll kill you anyways.

She’s a drug,

She’s your pain,

She’s your venom,

With you around her finger—

Do you think you’ll survive?

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Quick poem :)