If I am as toxic as you say,
Then no one would be able to breathe.
If I am pinned up by my own satisfactions,
Then no one would be able to move.
If I am everything that you tell me I am,
Then no one would be able to know.
I am poisonous to the touch,
A monster of slime and drool.
I am the happiest in the moment,
Creating flowers in my path.
I am everything you're not,
And for some reason that scares you.
A paradox.
A moment.
The happiest, most depressed one on
The streets.
If I am as toxic as you say,
Then this world would have ended
Before you got the chance to say it.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
