You roll your tongue with sweet nothings
And I swallow slowly trying not to choke.
Like poisoned apples, I feel death knocking
On my heart and I open up because it’s you.
I fall into the deep knowing that they warned me about,
But I didn’t believe them.
Words rolling like stones down the mountains,
Too fast for me.
The sweetness on your tongue is choking me,
I can’t swallow that quickly
I try harder and it hurts even more,
The burning sensation piercing through my heart.
It’s like your wrath wrapping me in fire I just can’t take it.
Your words matter to me,
But I’m tired of being coaxed softly
With sweet nothing laced with scorching fire.