both so in love.
both so in need.
both so scared to admit
they needed something different,
something not found in the other.
so they both stayed together
as their stomachs slowly turned with resentment
expecting the other to be what they weren’t–
until their love, like wine,
once so sweet and so strong,
turned to poison in their glass.
and when they took a sip,
eyes glazed over with obsession,
they spat it to the ground
repulsed by the flavor.
but both, like addicts
so drunk on each other
refused to put the glass down
forcing down what was supposed to be enjoyed
till they forgot how it was supposed to taste.
-a love lost