You were
A self-harm
I laid next to.

I poured you
Into my cold
Glass Heart for
Anyone to see.

—

Your toxins
Convinced
My body
They were
My own.

—

Your home
Was my bar.

Low, filthy.

I laid
On

Your

Bed

Drunk
On
Your
Words.

I took
You

Shot
After
Shot.

Sober
Only in
Name.

—-

You had a bite.
Warm and acidic.

I grew
a Taste
For you,

Lying to Myself
That Each hit
Was my Last.