You bit me long ago but your venom would not leave my blood.
Even after you detached yourself from my heart,
you constantly weakened me.
Spit venomous words and constricted my airflow.
Poisoned people around me.
You caused me to hate others who all along were my remedy.
This crimson antidote healed my heart and restored me to the me I was before you sunk your teeth into my most vital organ.
My face filled with color and I no longer was the ice cold you forced me to be.
Not only did this antidote heal me but it bettered me.
Your harm has only brought me strength and growth.
But I will not thank you,
for I know that I made it that way.
YOU ARE READING
Thinking
PoetryI am a ball of different thoughts. Positive, Negative. Here is where I'll dump them. Whatever I'm going through is what I'll be writing so there may be periods of poems just about a certain topic, I apologize.
