POISON

At the beginning of the year, I met a man named poison

Who looked at me and killed my sanity

But, he did not look nor smell like poison

He looked like the sky on a gloomy but sunny day

Bright but dark.

His poisonous intoxicated my brain, heart, soul, and spirit

But I still loved him.

I was naive.

I was hypnotized.

I was oblivious.

I was in love with the enemy.

He was my poison

Now, I look back at that moment and realize I was blind

I did not know men nor women could be so deadly

Until a poisonous man killed me.

This was a learning experience

This was an eye-opener

This was the beginning of womanhood.