Here’s a new one that sort of fell out, and holy crap, it rhymes! Not normally my way of doing things really, but it flowed really organically for this piece, so I went with it.
Toxicity
I have a confession:
I shy from affection.
I hold secrets like sapphires.
Burn Bridges. Start Fires.
When it comes to function, I dis it.
Connection? I miss it.
My circle is small.
My heart stops sometimes, stalls.
I become toxic.
My best friend? He mocks it.
But, I don’t want to be this way!
I’m half kiln and half clay.
I had no say; my hands are tied.
when it comes to changing, I tried.
All those times I said “I’m fine”, I lied.
What I learned about love is it’s damned from the start:
You tore me down, broke my heart.
When can I stop saying “there’s no one to blame” –
When do I start naming names?
