Toxic
Zinzee Noel
This is the last I'm washing away our memories Since you already moved on so fast Since before I can even decide that you wasn't right for me You was in someone else's lap I tried to fix us so much That I got trapped My heart was so soft That I brushed past your mask I've been numb Emotionally blocked Couldn't write a word This poem was even hard to start But I am done I'm tired of you controlling me Even when we're done I need back my control You did what you did Now it's time for me to let go I know it would take a lot for me to love again It would take a lot for me to grow You've taken a huge part of me So I started loving the cold And even when I'm swimming I'm sinking also Your love was toxic And it burned me to the core But I can't allow you to poison my life anymore
2019-08-02 18:51:40
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Roos
Wow. *Hug* beautiful written.
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2019-08-04 10:49:46
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Zinzee Noel
@Roos thank you I appreciate it 🤗
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