One story at a time

Don't tell me that,  I am the only one,  who felt like a paradise,  while it burned like the sun, living in a toxic dream, where love and hurt are the same to me. The more i try to run from it,  The more it tries to pull me in. I love how my heart races,  every time the chaos touches my skin. The poison taste like sweetness,  The sweetness taste like venom, I drink it all the same. The sting feels like a promise - a sweetness only I can define. I lace my hands with fire voluntarily,  the smoke smells like perfume. This shouldn't feel like bleeding, but I ache to feel the pain. Maybe pain feels like devotion -  maybe ruin feels like me.