Poetry · Writing

A Most Treacherous Love

I didn’t mean to or want to.
Falling in love was a symptom of an
Incurable ailment.
The darkest of loves on the blackest of nights.

Moonless and starless was this romance.
It was doomed from the beginning.
Cursed from the very start.

Your wicked lips pressed to my neck,
How could it be wrong?
How could the taste of you be my downfall?

Those dangerous eyes rove every inch of me,
Drinking me in.
Unguarded and unafraid.
You are Black Death.
Leaving me dying in your wake.

A most treacherous love.
The hand I had been dealt.
The fate I had accepted.

I knew what you were, my darling,
Dark Prince.
I knew what you were meant for.
I knew what you would do.

And I wanted it anyway.


~KVP
Art: Eli Thien

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