Poison, the air is filled with it.
Lethal and toxic, it invades my being
No one is safe from this calamity
Except you.
This is no ordinary poison; the poison is love.
As the days go by, you carry on
Onward towards your destination
unaffected by its fumes,
is there even a heart within your chest?
You don’t stop to smell flowers; you don’t even
like them!
As I choke on the poison I see you
You walk untouched, wearing your gas mask
Perhaps I should have worn one as well
That way I wouldn't be as hurt as I am now
Although to be honest,
Even with this pain in my heart.
I remember that famous phrase
“This too shall pass.”
Even your gas mask…
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