I'm accustomed to toxicity and can’t control myself when I’m near it.

Who knows if you’re alive anymore, but better yet, who knows if I’m even alive anymore?

You don’t get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it’s yours and no longer theirs.

I see you in every passing moment.

But could words bethe end of me?

I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.

I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?

Sadness brings delicacy. Happiness brings subliminal terror.

I didn’t love until rejection which said nothing about him, but everything about me.