Toxic

It was never real.
You were never real
and “we” were only an aftermath
of your lies;

your pleading, manipulative
eyes.

Oh, this could never be called
a “mistake.”
It was intentional as thunder
only much more potent.

Every word from your lips
is poison.

Even this poem is turning toxic

and the sad thing is
you won’t even admit
you were wrong.

~

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