I have always told myself that toxic people aren’t worth it.
I have always lived up to that, eventually; something I always
figure out in time is when to cut someone out.  
I have always told myself that I have a mouth for a reason
and it’s not just for kissing charming boys on their mouths; I may not
have always been articulate, but I’ve always been strong-willed.
I am sick to my stomach but I am not sorry for holding steady.
That’s the thing about old storms:
they only gather force.

The End

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