Poison

You're poison.
You're a drug and
you evict me from my head.
Suddenly it's cold and
I've got nowhere left to go.
You're poison.

Self-serving too--
you've created this
little obsession,
an itch and fever that merely craves
more poison.
Your poison.

Hold my head in your hand,
but not like lovers do.
Squeeze it, and tremble,
and I'll resonate with you.
Move down like oil
to my neck, and laugh
when I wonder,
but it doesn't matter,
no it doesn't matter at all,
'cause even if I die, you've got the cure.
You're poison.