The Bittersweet Clasp

Stockholm syndrome. Entrapped. Entranced by you. Pheromones. Googally eyes. Butterflies. Feeling so good should never be so wrong. Took a deadly double dose of this drug. Almost took a bite of your apple. Your horns are growing. Your hold on me is indestructible. Your facade is better than the real you. I remember when you said you'd always be here in the backyard lights. And then you dug a hole 6 feet down. You didn't just take the spotlight, you became it. My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me. Love is nothing but a weakness now i see. Like a moth to the flame. I dont mind. It is what it is. Cemetery weather. Crows started gawking. Close my eyes. Fade into you.