Poems about Toxic Women and Suicide.

Toxic WOMAN

I knew you were a toxic woman from the moment I met you. But I didn't care, because I wanted to sleep with you.

I still wanted to sleep with you after we got married.

But sleeping with you over the years has been like holding down a job at a nuclear power plant.

You don't always know when something bad is going to happen, but it's only a matter of time.

And when it does happen, it's not just bad—it's catastrophic.

I'll never forget the time I was taking my son out for ice cream and he said, "Daddy, where were you today?"

And I had to tell him that his mother and I went out last night and we got drunk and when we came back home she'd already put him to bed, so she forgot to tell me he was awake and asking where I was.

He was three at the time.

It took me years to realize that this was an accurate depiction of my marriage: even when things were going good, they were still going bad, and they were always on their way to getting worse...