The toxic wounds you have left on my heart still echo through my mind to this day.
In this altered state of consciousness your voice runs through my head.
Pictures, images. Smiles, glances, touch.
Images of your imperfections that I grew to find perfect.
Feelings attached to these moments of time-- images.
As I drift off now, I wonder about you. Where you may be, or who with.
You are toxic to me, and you were never afraid to hurt my feelings.
We were kids-- but the love I felt for you was so real.
I am certain I will never that feel again.