He was toxic

He was toxic Well that is what she thought A man not a boy with a filthy past Trying to make his future something better Better than the smoke of weed that gushed in his room The  bulb as it rolls while he lits it The fear in his mothers eyes has the monster within holds her life in the claws of his hands He was toxic Well that is what she thought A man not a boy with a filthy past As he sees her he hopes for that better future A pure piece better than the ones before However the ones before were predictable The ones before were his playground She was his heaven She was his new drug He was toxic Well that is what she thought A man not a boy with a filthy past His heaven became his hell His new drug killed him faster than his old drug His heart crushed as she only sees what the world has made him to be. She created a playground with his heart She was toxic, He was not A woman not a girl with a ice cold heart