I will love you to my ruination, but not yours.

I wouldn’t be able to bear watching tears flow down your beauty-blessed face,

let alone know I was the reason behind it.

Yet I’d still love you all the same.

It’s my curse, my blessing.

My life, and my undoing.

You’re both the poison and the antidote,

and I find myself ready to tempt the fates.

You kill me every second my lips aren’t on yours,

and I’m praying that your kiss will cure.