Toxic
I woke up today
At around 7 am
Greeted by my thoughts.
How could I hurt someone I love so much
By pretending to be suffering?
As tears ran down my cheeks
my ulter ego
Tried to convince me
That my tears were not for the boy
I claim to love
Images of the way he smiles at me
Rushed through my head
Causing me to toss and turn
For the pain was far worse than torture
No one has ever made me feel this way
Deep down I knew it was him
I was crying for
Holding onto him
Hurt him more,
I know.
It is the tone of his voice
When he speaks to me
On the phone
But I cannot let him go
Because he is the host
And I am the parasite.
For he is the only drug
Keeping me sane.
I really don’t know how to feel right now. I’m all mushy on the inside....
Copyright © Clara Alao | Year Posted 2021
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