Dangerous
A free verse poem about my experiences with toxic people who were detrimental to my health
Reuniting with a toxic person is like
having a psychological addiction to
pessimistic, abusive, naive and grotesque people.
The person can consume my
mind and soul like
poison that will kill me over time.
For me to be in good shape,
I can't administer the same toxins
that will put me in
psychological, physical, spiritual, mental and
emotional danger.
Reuniting with a toxic person is like
taking the same substance,
over and over again.
It's an addiction that
I wished to manage and stop,
but was impossible to do so.
For me to be free from
anguish, suffering, mental destruction and
psychological toxins,
I need to
connect myself with
people that will
heal and nourish me
psychologically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.
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Talia Devora
Poetess, visual artist and lifestyle/quiz writer! My pastimes include reading, sleeping, gaming, music, fitness, etc! Be yourselves, be kind and value life! Let's connect and be friends!
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