Liars Lament Poem by grace mariner

How can pain inspire as much, if not more, than love?
I regret the day we met and yet, I wonder how I've ever
lived without you.
The real world disappears as if by sleight of hand when
I'm with you.
All the edges fade into a soft smokey gray and there is only you.
My road, the shorter path of weeks and hours creep past
as I crave your kiss, your skin against mine.
Clearly you have become my drug of choice,
like all of my wounds...self inflicted.
Your presence pierces my vein and courses like electricity,
straight into my heart.
What will I do in that final moment?
My God, even now it is too horrible a tale to tell!
My heart betrays my reason, a crime committed by us both.
I am now as false as you.
Neither of us has the capacity to save the other.
You will disappear, try as you may to convince me otherwise.
I believe all you say,
I believe nothing you say.
It is old as time itself...the fairy tale, the cruel joke.
My rabbit, your hawk.
My pain is there for all to see, excruciating and necrotic pieces
of shattered hope.
I am really no part of your life while you are such
a huge part of mine.