The lie

Why would I hurt you like that?.....a lie that cuts so deep.....mind fighting heart...logic against hope. The razor only nicks you at first....then plunges to the depths of your soul. Blood first warm grows cold as ice. Heart that once held hope, love, peace, and warmth slowly dies. It’s that silly idea someone cares enough not to leave you broken and dying. That trust is still real. I wish I didn’t want you. The toxins are flowing so freely within my veins. My body craves that high now. How can I can I break free. Your venom is so sweet.