New, Dreadful, Things

You've shown me things I never wanted to discover.
Hidden inside the poor, cheap land of your covers.
It's hardly a word when you speak it;
“Love.”
It's a lie worth more than a push and shove.
And I've fallen back to the place where we played.
That strange cove where we lazed.
Days on end with that lie on a string,
I put myself forth in hopes of nothing more than a sting
from your tongue,
and the tips of your fingers.
Where the stupid poison rests,
where my small heart has been taught its best.
You've brought me to the end of things I never wanted to know;
pushed harshly along until I fed into your colourful show.
I stopped it,
I buried it,
I am the end of it.