Toxic
2 years...8 months...and 8 days
I’ve been in the emotional intensive care unit
A patient of your infatuation
Because of the venomous parallel
We have been in together
You have been unable to distinguish
That this shake has been unhealthy for me
Because it has all been to your advantage
In my unconscious mind
I began to ponder...
What could you ever offer me?
Only a migraine headache
And a cubic zirconia diamond ring
That only emphasizes
Your self-loathing and pity
You are toxic to me
So please proceed....
And set me free...
Copyright © Amber Moultry-Harrison | Year Posted 2018
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