This is where I let it go...

She.
Is the essence of impracticality, impossibility.
But you tie her down to keep her near,
                       and she pretends your ropes can hold her.

To need so direly something so unreal, how can she protest?
[She is only a figment of your imagination] Can you see through the clouds?

The stars themselves have frozen
        And you somehow manage not to notice.

The rose that fails to bloom
                is locked in a perpetual state of ‘almost’  
                      and even in the warmest nights of summer sweet,
        Is edged in a shroud of frost.

And you know she is toxic.
                       (But one more can’t kill you...)

Longing need to drag your fingers across her skin, to taste the ice in her breath,
                      To take her into you   {_{Pure Blood}}
Just once more, please just once more
But it will never be enough, you will always need another

Regardless of how much it burns.
Addiction can be fatal.