Poison Love

 

My love is a poison love
and the one it poisons is me
There is no situation
where I can love someone
needlessly
And so
I am poisoned
by my need

Is there greater virtue
than to love
without desire?
but I am
not this talent
I am only
poison

How can it
hurt more
than to know
the one you love
can’t think of you
as anything other
than
poison