You are a poison.
In small doses
You aren't lethal
You simply make me sick.
Make me ill.
You hurt me.
But the more of you that is consumed,
The more fatal you are.
You are toxic.
You are killing me.
Well no,
That's not entirely true,
Now is it?
You're making me
Want to kill myself.
With every dose,
Every second spent with you-
You make me sick.
You
Are a poison.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoesíaMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
