Toxic
- Kendra Lyn
- Jun 3, 2022
- 1 min read
Updated: Jun 6, 2022
He used to be like breathing.
Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.
It was natural and rhythmic; cyclic.
He used to feel like home.
Exhale. Exhale. Exhale.
Casually the words crept in like a cancer,
Spreading to every fiber of my body.
Worthless. Useless.
Limitless were the thoughts,
Endless the echoes.
Inside of his wasteland,
Beneath the whiskey and cigarettes,
I fear there’s only hatred.
Love me?
Why? How could you?
Blue eyes, white lies,
Coping mechanisms.
He’ll never hurt me,
But he’ll never heal me.
Not the way I need him to.
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