Does poison taste like strawberry?

This pain, it's beautiful.
It's lilac and pink, sprinkled with glitter, and it smells of my lover's favourite hoodie.
It tastes like sour candy as I hold it delicately at the tip of my tongue.
This pain, it's intoxicating.
It's the winter rain and the summer breeze.
The dark outline around a rainbow.
Do you see it?
Perhaps not.
This pain, I wonder if I can live with it.
It'll sleep on my living room couch.
I will tuck it in with spare blankets and light a scented candle at the window-side table
And it will whisper sweet dreams to me.

This pain, am I in love?
Darling, tell me what that means.
Do I love you, or just the yearning of you?
Do I yearn for you, or just the idea of you?
This pain, this beautiful pain,
You can make it go away,
But I don't want you to.
Is it fear, or is it madness?

This pain, it feels like your embrace.
I would rather have this, than nothing at all.

This pain, this poison, my love.
Can someone tell me,
Why does it taste like strawberry?