Toxic

Toxic

Paper is thin,

Just like your words.

The lies that burn your tounge spill out onto me,

And I take them wordlessly,

Though it hurts.

You raise your hand at me and the whole world fades into an oblivion of black.

Careful,

I might disappear on you.

I might turn as transparent as you wanted me to be,

And fade beneath your gaze.

You wouldn't want your therapist to ghost you,

Wouldn't you?

So if I die,

If I take it a step too far and run,

Don't come after me.

It's better this way for both of us.