The prettiest poisons are frequently disguised as love.
Shrouded in attention. Admistered with hugs
Kisses, sweet words, affirmation an intimacy
Just chasers for the deadly elixirs we drink willingly
We aren't falling in love we are dying for love
starving for authentic encounters.
Is it deception or denial to claim it as ours

Jealous of those
who have it unconditional
But...