I think we've all tasted poison
before
One could've tasted like people
pleasing and seeking the approval
of those we love
The other could've tasted like
experiencing abuse at the
hands of someone we
trusted
Sometimes it can taste like
scrolling on social media
and comparing
our bodies to models
and beauty moguls.
Or like feeding our minds
with lies, doubt and fear
What was my poison?
Overextending myself
because I thought it was
kindness and that it
would make
others love me more
What was your poison?
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Bittersweet
Poetry"bittersweet /ˌbɪtəˈswiːt/ Pleasure tinged with sadness or pain" : : Poems I've written when I was in love, depressed, happy or felt alone. Enjoy. 🌼
