When The Cyanide Intake Became Too Much

March 12, 2010
Daggers rest in your eyes,
spewing twisted thoughts in the form of glances
and quick, stuttering shakes of your head.
Funny how what once was sweet,
turned into pools of poison that rest in my mind,
slowly turning me insane.
Nitriles of all sorts,
competing for my slowly crumbling thoughts.
Every word another dose,
every breath another blaze,
every touch another reminder that we will never be the same.
And when it became too much,
everything burst and splattered on the floor,
as I slowly realized that this was never meant to be.

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brax34 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 30, 2010 at 10:55 am
I love your poems!  One thing that might be good to do though is change things up a little bit, all your peices are pretty similar, i don't think that there is quite enough variety and spice. (Just a suggestion)
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