Poison
cryptonite
Arsenic
Call it whatever you like
But you're any of those things
To me.
How conveniently I forget
The thing that changed me
And screwed me
Out of sight, out of mind
But potent none the less
A brick to the back of the head
A kick to the balls
that is
if I had any
A push down a familiar
flight of stairs
Here i go again
Poison
You're my test...
Reason for writing:
get ready for alot of angry, sobby, sugary, confused, or possibly even theraputic poetry...my life is getting ready for a bumpy ride...lol
Birth sign: Gemini
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