The Butterfly Book

Final Exam / Toxic

Final Exam

On a snowy morning in December,

I briskly walked in a high school classroom

Facts for the test, I couldn't remember

For that, my brain simply had no more room.

(I should know the information!) I fumed.

The test began before I could react

And my wrong answers I couldn't redact

While everyone knew and didn't forget,

I floundered at rules that should have been fact

Even the right answers I didn't get.

 

Toxic

Is it poison I drink, or is it you,

You, my friend, my most bitter enemy

You beat me down till my skin's black and blue

But still, for some reason, I cannot see

I love you despite what you do to me

I wish I could tell my heart to wake up

To stop viewing you through a sweet closeup

That hides all the toxic mess that you are.

I wonder if I must now drink this cup

Ignore from your love, I reside so far.