Poems; Randomness, But Mostly Poems

Toxic

Sometimes, I think of you.

I wish to hold you, take your hand, hear your laugh.

Sometimes, I wish to even at least hear you yell. (I hate yelling)

I don't know if it is toxic, but I want the unreachable.

I want the inevitable unbalance between us, because it's predictable.

What wasn't predictable was that they left me.

Didn't say a word, but shared their joy to everyone else.

And you know what...

Although it hurt, I can't help but think I deserved it in someway.

Maybe, I was

No I am

Toxic.

Maybe, I victimized myself

Maybe, I do it for attention because she never gave me it.

Or

Maybe I am

Toxic

And gredy for attention

But maybe that's why I can't stand to be apart from you.

You give me

Attention

You take the light and make it mine

You engulf my heart into flames

And burn it

Leaving me with little left

But enough to want you back again

How do you do it?

Maybe you are

Toxic