Wasteland

via Toxic

Toxins poison the air and the water, this wasteland has become my home.

The poison becomes familiar- I grew up with it, became saturated with it.

But I am safe, the poison becomes harmless in my blood

Because I don’t need air or water when I have thoughts of you to breathe in,

The taste of you to drink.

You leave me healed, and that’s the most beautiful gift you could’ve given me.