You're new

But not improved

You're bright-eyed

But never eager

You're beautiful

And so cruel.

You're nice

But you hate

You're pure

But you're fucked

You're intoxicating

And so bad for me.

You're sweet

But so sour

You're clear

But pitch black

You're got me hooked

Addicted.

You're lovely

But hateful

You're perfect

And full of flaws

Your love is glass

That cuts me over and over.

You're my life

My cause of death

You're corrosive

And poisonous

And so right for me.

Author's Notes: I adore constructive criticism, and take it to heart, but pointless flames are used to light my proverbial cigarettes. I know that my feeble writing is a plague to the world of poetry; thank you very much. I hope that you enjoyed. If not, I apologize for wasting half a minute of your life.

Love and angst,

Vivica