My love is venomous,
Trailing legacies of hurt.
Poison seeping from black scales,
Or venom injected via fangs.
Double threat toxicity.
Craving love,
Peace,
Ambition,
Laughter.
Hurt before.
Learning how to walk alone,
For decades.
Perhaps I’ve yet to know,
Such a thing.
Questioning,
If I ever will.
Learning How To Walk Alone For Decades.
