They say it’s not easy to love

And I must agree

There are different souls

They all stand before me

Though I seem in love, I don’t feel a thing

I break hearts, eat souls, attribute pain

Indifferently, I kill all hopes of love and prosperity

If so, and you know, why do you love me?

Is it the color of my eyes that cause warmth to long lashes

Or the inescapable curves you dream of when alone

It might just be the soft lips who bewitch you

Personally I believe it’s the freakish things I do to you

Whether or not it’s true

You do not deserve those things, you do not deserve this love

So run, escape! Now! If you can! I wish you could!

Because falling in love with me is as foolish

As enjoying the sweet taste of a poisonous elixir