Poison.
You are poison.
At first, you're sweet.
You invite me in, like a gentle warmth, a soft acceptance, a kind heart.
You pamper me, and tend to my every thought, even when I tell you that you really shouldn't – but "No! It's my pleasure!"
And that smile....
That smile that says I hate you and I want you dead, all in one flash.
Then, I can feel it.
It's a gut feeling, deep down, telling me Get Out.
Get out.
Get out.
GET OUT!!
And that's what I do when you're not looking: I got out.
I thought I made it out unscathed.
I didn't.
You've gotten deep in my brain, and you've corrupted my every waking thought, so that all I can think about is wanting you.
I come back.... Broken and ruined, I come back.
Here I am....
I'm broken and battered and bruised, but I'm here for you....
But... you don't want me.
You say you do, but I can tell by the tone of your voice and your blackened heart,
That you never really wanted me.
So here I am.
Broken.
Ruined.
Battered.
Bruised.
It'll take some time to heal,
But at least
I
Am
Free.
I don't need your poison in my life.
You think you can bring me down?
Your poison is useless,
Because now
I
Am
Immune.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
