Poisoned xxxx

You poisoned me.

How dare you.

You slipped this poison in my drink while I had my back turned.

I lied.

I watched you slowly splatter that poison in my drink.

Drop by drop.

10 drops later the drink was black. I pretended it was still crystal clear because it was easier for me to drink it.

I saw the whole thing.

I didn't do anything about it. I pretended I didn't see you. We made eye contact and you pressed your boney index finger up to your lips.

I kept it a secret.

I kept it a secret from myself.

I walked around with poison in my stomach knowing damn well it'd kill me. I thought if I didn't think about it, it would go away.

It didn't quite kill me.

I'm not dead but I'm not alive.

I can still feel the acid slowly fizzing in my lungs to the point of asphyxiation.

I watched you laugh. You laughed as I coughed. You laughed when I fell off of the chair and grabbed my throat. You pulled your arm away when I reached for your hand to save me.

You politely excused yourself from the table and began to wash your dish. I kept my eye on you as I was motionless on the mauve colored rug.

My vision became double. Your two legs became four and they were walking towards me. They didn't seem to stop when they reached me, instead past me.

As you grabbed your keys off of the end table, you looked at me and blew a kiss.

I bought it. I smiled and blew one back. You winked and left.

I decided it was a good time to take a nap. I'd be fine. After all, you'd be back soon, right?

Months past as l watched for the door to open while I was in a trance on my floor. Finally, you came back. I missed you, darling. Those same white shoes now covered in mud.

All you did was tell me to keep it a secret, and I did. I obeyed you like a dog to his master.

I didn't know any better.

You brought other people home and I watched you do the same thing.

For some reason it made me mad that wasn't me. I wanted to be the only person who appreciated you enough to ruin.

I was the porcelain doll on the back of the shelf because you bought three new ones without getting to really look at me. But you said you'd come back for me later.

Well guess what? The poison wore off.

We were sitting at dinner and you told me you loved me, and I smiled as you grabbed my hand. But I knew you better than that. I knew where you kept that poison. Because I watched you, remember? There's so much you see when you're glued to the floor.

You kept it in the saltine tin next to the fridge. Third shelf, babe.

You tried to reach for it in your suit coat, but I already had it. As you got up to go grab it you told me to stay put.

While you weren't looking I squeezed 4 drops into your drink.

But I stopped. I couldn't do that to you because I know how that feels. Being on the other end of the substance was just as terrible as being the victim of the crime. But the drops were already in the cup.

So I switched them.

I'd rather live the rest of my life laying on the ground than to know that I was the one to do it to you to get even.

You were still in the kitchen as I fell to the floor. I saw you jump as I landed. I couldn't tell if you were surprised or mad you didn't get the thrill to do it yourself.

I saw your lips move however I can't hear anything but my heart slowly pounding in my head.

I winked at you and you blew me a kiss as you walked past me with your car keys in your hands.

I just tell myself that poison wears off.

Its funny because I never poisoned you, but you poisoned yourself. I've watched you eat those apples and drinking the left over liquid in my cup.

You need poison to survive. Your own poison is killing you. You want to poison everyone. When you run out of people to hurt, you hurt yourself. You lurk in the water you single handedly tainted by squeezing gas into.

You got a taste of your own poison.

You can't say I didn't warn you. You killed yourself because you thrive on false beliefs and a negative state of mind.

That'll be one funeral I won't bother attending.