Page 172 of Pretty Poisoned
The other black licorice-laced cocaine
I knew this batch was poison but shot straight into the vein
My friends don’t really like me
They say I come with a warning
And since you never had any
You come with a soul in mourning
And it was poisoned long before you met me
If I’m honest, mine was, too
I smile like I mean it, but I only mean it for you
I barely even blink
As it seeps through skin and bone
Into darker corners of my mind
I don't flinch when she skims the files marked “better left alone”
I tell her I love you
She says, “I don’t want to die”
But poisoned girls don’t get better
And poisoned girls don’t cry
I tell her she’s poisoned me
She says it’s the other way around
Poisoned girls don’t get better
But they still look pretty in the ground
And it’s taken hold now
We both know we’re doomed
We can’t hide forever in the darkest of rooms
But before it could kill me, at least I got to say
I made this huge fucking mess
and she loved me anyway
She wrote it on my chest
the night she called me insane
I tell her I love you
