Everywhere you turn,
there seems to be a poisonous wasteland.
Overflowing with people that're all out to get you,
in one way or another.
Him.
He was the most toxic.
I'm not the same as I was then.
He changed me.
For better,
and for worst.
I'm broken.
Not the same person I was before him.
Everything I used to see in color,
is now black and white.
All because of him.
But you,
you're my antidote...
YOU ARE READING
Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
