Radioactive (my heart is a wasteland)
You are a nuclear weapon
with the power to
decimate,
end the world,
end my world.
I would let you,
but I hope
we can make peace;
sign a treaty
to protect our hearts,
protect the world at large.
You weren't careful.
Caution was never your strongsuit.
You've never known peace.
And now
my heart is a wasteland.
your radioactivity
poisoned the flowers
that grew there.
I don't mind.
It was all for you anyway.
This poem is about:
Me