She wasn’t always toxic
Her gaze and the smiles
The covert glances conveying
Stories beyond comprehension
Mischievous and diabolical
Of a mystical dimension of her own.
Her soul was mine
And I was her soul
So impossibly intertwined that we tangled
Her euphoria completed me
The dismay, wrecking.
But like a boomerang, we bounced back
Untethered. Wild. Coveted
Thriving amidst their dubious skepticism
Defying all odds and victorious
We survived even in the throes of ruination.
Until one doubt at a time
You proved us wrong
Let the cracks widen
Insecurities set along
Until the stripped bare spirit begged for respite
Desperately hung by tattered fingertips.
We ceased to exist
Smiles no more
Devoid of euphoria
Flinging accusations and hurt were
Two strangers who were left with
Nothing more than their empty shells.
Daily Prompt : Toxic