venom

being in a relationship with you was like a science experiment. you attatched a tube to my face, and spat your venom. Endless amounts of love, presents and reassurance but it was toxic. the love only came after fights, presents only when asked for or during special occasions, and reassurance when you knew you were caught. your venom was colored to match my moods. i willingly let you spew your toxic waste hoping that one day it would taste better.i was wrong. your venom became saltier. your venom is thicker. i showed you how to thin your venom but you didn't like it. i gave you water and you poured it into your yard. you realized at some point that i built an immunity to your venom so you took my tube off. you tried to put it on other people but they wouldn't take it. the first person who said yes to your experiment got a tube. the only problem is; you can't see the tube attatched to you too.