Poison

My unspoken love is left to sit like a poison setting. I am hanging by a thread. The intensity of what is yet to come is so powerful, yet I have the strength to repress it. Pain, heart-break, hopelessness. These are the only certain things the future would bring, and I am afraid. The poison is so silently crawling under my skin, cutting off my senses. The last thing I felt was a stale taste on my tongue. To die taking the risk would be impossible for a coward like me. I would die unaccounted for. I would die numb and alone. I would die slowly and painfully, until every bit of my nerve ending is smothered with poison. but in this death I see the beauty of your face. It hurts, but I want it. Only the pain is telling me that I am still here. Only disappointment has been my companion. Then again, there is nothing left to do but wait for darkness.