you are radioactive
a toxic waste to dispose
buzzing with danger
my own personal chaos
i've worn a hazmat suit
to save me from you
your radiations are harmful
its cure long due
i can't stay any longer
i need a replace
its either choose me
or give in to your haze
radiations soak my bones
killing me bit by bit
we were never meant to be
we won't ever fit
YOU ARE READING
For That Dead Love
PoetryA group of poems for the one love that you thought would last forever.