The word meant to impact maximum damage from the broken to the broken.

"My ex was so toxic."
Says the walking, breathing, ricing poison that sees herself as Lily of the Valley flower.

"I no longer speak to my mother; she was so toxic."
says the perfectly moulded human with the heart of a saint and a hundred per cent guarantee never to hurt others.

"My goodness, how can someone be so toxic?"
Say, 's the group of girls busy spraying their hurtful venom around and calling it their truth.

"My father was not a father but a ***** donor and was toxic."

Says the perfect human, playing victimhood, foreshadowing his future.
"He was such a toxic boyfriend".

Say's the girl looking for a replacement for her father in a boyfriend.

"This relationship is Toxic"

Say's the person whose idea of love is me, myself and I

Could you give me a second to catch my breath?

Give me a second to go on my knees and exhale the pain that has stolen my breath.

Could I ask for a hand in supporting me cause the world seems to be shattering, and the only thing I can do is hold my breath?

They tell me to inhale and exhale, but every inhale seems like ethanol, which sets my body ablaze.

I asked the world for help, but the only thing they could do was talk, sit in silence or cry, so I held onto my breath so that the groan would come out.

I walk around with my body aflame, trying to take one breath at a time and relaying on the creator of my breath to renew my strength

They say a word can paint a thousand words, so why do our words only reflect our brokenness?

Why do my words only seem to paint deceit for you, and why do you do your words only paint revenge?

I tell you "I love you", but you painted a picture of me destroying you
You tell me, "I forgive you" I painted a picture of  you screaming in agony

I beg you never to let me go, but you painted a picture of caging you.

You asked me to come home, so I painted a picture of myself constantly looking at your back in bed.

I said let's have a baby; you painted a picture of a child without me.

You say you trust me; I painted a picture of you whispering your secret to everyone but me.

I tell you my heart is yours to do as you may; you painted a picture of me tearing my heart into pieces and never giving a piece to you.

Once again, you declared you forgave me and loved me, but all I could do was cry because the pictures of us  shattered

Shall we dance a never-ending dance?
I don't want our dance to be a ballet dance spinning and losing the opportunity to lose myself in your eyes.
I don't want to modernise our dance and forget for a second that your presence is the only place I want to be.
I don't want to be hip or hop, letting go of your hands
I don't want to tap around you; the noise is killing me. Can I just dwell in your heartbeat, waiting for your words?
I don't want to quicken my step only to lose trust in you
The only chacha I want to be saying to you when I am addressing you in the Hindi language for it breaks my heart to turn my back on you for a millisecond
Yet sometimes I forget that you do not look at the outer appearance or shall ****** you like a Salsa dancer with her lover, but you are too graceful, full of wisdom, and then I think of beautiful, you come to mind.
The dance is about us, so Lord, I am listening to what dance you would like to dance with your bride.