Venom

My tongue

drips venom

or honey

depending

on the hour

mood

season.

My snaps

of frustration

lead moments

of sweetness.

Screams laced

with forgiveness.

My fickle spirit

invites you and

like a fool

you say yes.

Your masochism

proves you aren't so perfect,

which makes us perfect

for each other.

I'll never find another

that I can hate

and love so deeply.

You are the key to complete me,

and that keeps me

from swallowing

you up whole

to fill the holes

that they left in me.