He roamed around with the distasteful title of “the poison”.
He had layers that covered his poisonous nature.
He had this deceiving charismatic charm,
But like the poison that he was, he spewed addictive venom.
He assembled his sentences in a way that caused nothing but confusion.
The day came when I was in his sights.
He took me by hand, causing my mind to wander in confusion.
He leaned in to whisper to me.
His humid, warm, fresh breath hit my neck.
“I love you,” he said. Immediately healing my aching heart.