. (This poem equals fail. So. I post it on YWS in hopes that it may -- one day -- not equal fail.)
Your words drip off my tongue like an infectious disease,
but I love it. I love the sickness you've given me.
I love the coyness of your sympathetic empathy,
only crawling from your craters of desolation to hiss.
I
love
your
poisonous
kiss
For it's reclusive in a world of encrypted codes
and lies that come from secrets. It comes from
you. Which makes it all the more sweet --
Like white sugar canes never picked. Like --
White
lies
that
never
quit.
My eyes see the truth of your eyes --
and what it truly entails to believe.
I'll always let your poison drip off
my flesh -- as long as you love me.
Your poison --
A
small
fee.

Fixed here! I shall attempt to review... this thing you call 'fail'