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

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