Toxic Love

Kill me kindly,

in the way only you know how.

I know you want to.

You told me so yourself.

In between the butterfly kisses

your head bent upon mine,

you told me yourself:

I was never meant to live.

I was a beautiful mistake.

I was never meant to breathe.

I was never meant to feel,

never meant to love

or be loved.

But you loved me,

with your eternal strength of will,

and you reminded me,

everyday.

I could never be enough,

but for you 

I would have to.

I learned too late

that your love for me

was its own death,

destruction 

from the inside-

out.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Reminds me of the old saying about birds of a feather. Somehow, people steeped in negative self feelings find each other. The results can be tragic.