Page 172 of Pretty Poisoned

The other black licorice-laced cocaine

I knew this batch was poison but shot straight into the vein

My friends don’t really like me

They say I come with a warning

And since you never had any

You come with a soul in mourning

And it was poisoned long before you met me

If I’m honest, mine was, too

I smile like I mean it, but I only mean it for you

I barely even blink

As it seeps through skin and bone

Into darker corners of my mind

I don't flinch when she skims the files marked “better left alone”

I tell her I love you

She says, “I don’t want to die”

But poisoned girls don’t get better

And poisoned girls don’t cry

I tell her she’s poisoned me

She says it’s the other way around

Poisoned girls don’t get better

But they still look pretty in the ground

And it’s taken hold now

We both know we’re doomed

We can’t hide forever in the darkest of rooms

But before it could kill me, at least I got to say

I made this huge fucking mess

and she loved me anyway

She wrote it on my chest

the night she called me insane

I tell her I love you

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