there are still moments
when my thoughts drift towards you
and I am compelled to direct them back
onto the correct track
the one where you and I don't talk
and it must remain that way
I slap my thought hand away from
the candy jar
because I know what resides there
might taste sweet for a moment
might look bright and inviting
might even linger on the tongue
and give me a sugar high
but is slow, seeping poison
disguised as a treat
no matter what wrapper of the day
you've packaged it in
or what nuance of friendship flavor
you've stirred into it
-you are toxic to me
eventually, my thoughts will catch up
to my will
~~~
(my heart knows better than to speak)
About the Creator
Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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