Toxic

I may not understand quantum mechanics
But I do know this
I hate you
Whether you observe me or not
I still hate you

Unobserved, I can both love you and hate you simultaneously
But lay your eyes on me and I must choose one
And it will always be hate

Schrödinger’s love died in the box I’m afraid
The box you sealed and left it in there to die with nothing but toxic air to breathe
What a relief when it was gone

Go fuck yourself in the corner of my mind that I have to push you into to survive

Claire

Amateur poet (33f) who has an interest specifically in mental health, music and cooking. Looking to connect with and resonate with others who experience difficulties in life due to mental illness and difficult life circumstances, through poetry.

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