She was always the ringmaster.
Making people see things she wanted them to see, including me.
Our love was different, dangerous but I never pictured it being toxic.
The poisoning kisses she left upon my lips kept me where she wanted me.
She was the ringmaster.
And our love was an act.
Constantly pulling hearts strings I gave her.
I played her puppet, jokester, and was the main act.
I was her fool because it was her deadly love I craved for.
She made me feel that our circus would live on.
Me being on cloud 9 was too much for her so that passionate act was gone.
Leaving me on the floor dying from all those kisses she rewarded me with.
She was the ringmaster,
Onto a new act.
As I lay here, Dead.
