Bad and Tainted Love

It is like catching fragments of starlight
With your bare palm, but it hurts too
Much to keep hanging on. Tainted love
Is like a disease that you are afraid will
Spread and infest everything you touch.
 
It is like you are wanting to fight and fight
For something, knowing it is bad for you.
You think it will set you free like a dove
That flies back home, but it loses its thrill
And fluffy edges. It is like when you clutch
 
Something that is sharp like the pain and thorns
Of a cactus. It is like you purposely find the buzz
And finding yourself hit rock bottom. Your eyes
That finally realize when you are playing with fire
And does not feel safe to be that close anymore.
 
The angel who wears a halo also wears horns
And suddenly everything you thought was
The devil was actually an angel in its disguise.
Love when it was really the lust and desire
That played its hand. It is really heavy and sore.