my taste of toxic

we're both parallel to hell
but you say that hell is anywhere when I'm by your side
my name feels like a burden escaping your lips
your eyes feel no love for me
all you do is despise me
when i touch you,
you say you burn from the inside out
fire burning your flesh away
you say... "in a good way"
I know you like the back of my hand
but I still pretend to believe you when you say I love you
inches dividing us on this cold bed
you stare at the ceiling
as if you're waiting for it to collapse
killing both of us and our already dead love
the love you keep pretending is still alive
you touch my hand
making the bed hot
flames begin to devour the room
we stare at the ceiling
laying still
waiting for the end to come