Poison

Bad. Toxic. Terrible.

Why are we like poison?

Weed killer. We’re the weeds.

Ant spray. We’re the ants.

People are trying to destroy us,

And they’re winning.

We’re shrinking, dying.

Diminishing.

A bomb settled on us the very first day

And it will explode soon.

I can’t say when exactly, but at this rate,

It’ll be by the end of the school year.

I can feel heavy tears weighing me down inside,

Where my heart is. It’s crying.

Not about you. But just the state we’re in.

Dilapidated. Deteriorated.

Ripped apart. Nearly gone.

A hurricane threw our emotions away,

And now we’re not even trying to repair the ship.

A volcano washed lava over us

And my love is melting.

I simply don’t love her anymore.

It’s all ice, my heart. She can stay warm.

But it’s just frozen. Paused. Lost in time.

You can throw a sharp rock all you want,

But it won’t break the bits.

Good luck changing my mind.

Good luck finding someone to replace me.

Good luck living without me.

Because I will always live without you.

 

The End

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