• Such an untainted imitation of perfection you've become.

    Bringing you into me like the apple for the Eve.

    Will you allow me to taint your blood with my "antidote."

    Screaming to yourself to cleanse the filth from the hands I've touched you with.

    Who is the Sin, and who is the Sinner?

    A reflection of a human made God, frowning on the way your heart beats for me.

    Not only a stain in the sheets, but a needle in the back of your throat, all while being the sugar in your bitterness.

    I loathe the way I love you.