I stand on the cliff
Seeing you melting through the space between my fingers.
Your smell vanishes with my memory of your smile.
Might we be strangers again?
Might I un-know your name?
Un-know your touch, un-do whatever we have done.
You’re so toxic, you’re that venomous snake that I should never touch.
You bit me once, you bit me twice,
But I always come back for you.
I will always care for you, just like how I’m afraid of touching your smooth skin with the callouses on my hand.
You stab me with a knife in your pocket, right to my heart.