Tip Of My Tongue

The taste

On the tip of my tongue

Tells me you are poison

But after a few sips I can feel

Myself getting better

A slow burn

Like a bible rested too close to an open fire

I left that book closed for years

Hoping one day I could open it and find the answers

As to why I still love you

Why I haven't been able to shake this feeling

God, please give me a sign

A bullet hole through the heart to put me to rest

I wish you were dead

But I couldn't live with that on my conscience

The taste

On the tip of my tongue

Tells me you are a drug

And I'm an addict

Bugs crawling under my skin

You used to caress me softly under the blankets

Until I could no longer feel them

I hope I'm dead by the time you read this

I love you