The quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness:
was her name, which hurts to speak;
like sandpaper against my tongue.
she taught me to love everything,
and everyone; even myself,
and she left.
Toxic, were the words
pouring from her perfectly symmetrical lips. I listened to every word, positive that they were perfect.
she was as pretty as poison ivy,
but as soon as i grew too close too her,
i couldn't escape;
and pain laced across my body head to toe,
inside and out.
I don't know whether to be thankful for
or the lessons,