Picking Poison

And it was out of your petty purity I couldn’t love you. Poison was picked at your merciless glances and glimpses and then I laughing saw your purity was gone and diminished.

And if it was pure, I think purity would

Purely

Be

Insulted.

Because darling;

You and I were the sweetest ones….

and you couldn’t tell if you picked me and I couldn’t tell if I was already poisoned by your spell.