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.



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