Radioactive

Leaving you was like leaving Nagasaki.

You were toxic, but you were there.

I got so used to your radiation

That I believed it was warmth.

Your fumes that suffocated me

were an addictive embrace.

They say that love is a cure,

but loving you wasn’t the case.

And I am no poet,

this is the aftermath of you. ◆

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