Toxic Beings

May 26, 2016

I realize now that you are a toxin in my air

That I love the way your fingers get caught in my hair

That you are a gallery of art

But you also hold a switchblade close to my heart

Please don't scream because it's not over

I was never good with tears streaming down your shoulder

Hold my hand until your cheeks are dry

Because I really never want to say goodbye.

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