Toxic

by Aubrey Grey


I won’t say I wasn’t somewhat to blame.
But you my dear, were toxic.
You came in and scooped me up at my lowest– when I thought I needed you.
I didn’t know any better.

I was broken and you had all the right words.
You knew what to say to open me up and let you in.
The drugs were a nice relief as well.
We fell in love on drugs, and once they ran out, I realized how very wrong we were for one another.
And you my dear, were toxic.

So much, I wished I had changed my mind.
So much, I wish I could erase you and all the pain and sorrow you left for me.
I didn’t want much– just to breathe easy.
But somehow you suffocated and drowned me.
You my dear, were toxic.

I never knew what it was like to die until you left.
I never knew what it was like to live until I left.
I never thought I’d make it without you.

But the truth is:
A flower will only grow when watered, and nurtured.
And you were poison.
You, my dear, were toxic.