My heart is a nuclear power plant.
It's constantly creating this nuclear powered love and pushing it through my veins.
I'm afraid for the day the nuclear power plant that is my heart will have to shut down.
And all this toxic waste will have nowhere else to go but through me, leaving me a shattered mess. Breaking me in ways I didn't know possible.
I'd be a pathetic wasteland ruined by the toxic waste that was created by our love.
The flowers that grew in my mind would die, the ocean in my stomach would no longer be clear and blue.
I'd be broken almost beyond repair. But time will hopefully pass and wash away all of this nuclear waste. All of this wreckage left by it.
Hopefully a new garden will grow in my mind and clean streams will lead to the ocean in my stomach, making it clear once more.
Hopefully, I'll never have to be broken like that.
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PoetryThis is a collection of stuff that I wrote. It's not that good. I'm not an experienced writer or poet but sometimes it helps me to write what I feel.
