Poison

You wonder why I like you, why I was drawn to you like a moth to a flame

And all the words I could string together don't seem to quite hit the mark

The only thing I can think of to say is that I am used to people who taste like whiskey

You always joke about my drinking but this time it comes in handy

I'm used to people who are like a straight shot of hard liquor

They turn to fire inside of my chest and leave me woozy

They make all the things that I was sure I knew all the things that were concrete and turns them all into jello

They touch my lips and make them burn but I keep drinking knowing that I'll get used to the pain even when I don't

See I'm used to people who only know how to love by drawing blood and causing pain

But you came to me in a whole different glass that I wasn't used to

You came with a straw and garnished with something sweeter than your taste

See I knew you were dangerous when I couldn't taste the trouble

All I could taste were your promises, the promise of a new day

Something foreign on my tongue, I had to get used to it just like I had to get used to all the others

And I'm not sure what is worse, knowing the fact that they were going to take every piece of common sense I had, leave me defenseless against their aftertaste

Or drinking down your words forgetting they are laced with the same thing as all the others but coated in sugar and syrup

You can never taste the poison until after you drink it and with you, I could never taste the alcohol