TOXIC LOVE PART 1

How Do I Heal When the Wound Still Whispers Your Name?

How Do I Unlove Someone I Never Stopped Choosing?

You Were My Favourite Lie and I Kept Believing You,

I Kept Waiting for You to Love Me Back…

Like A Fool Waiting for The Rain in A Drought,

You Broke Me So Gently, I Almost Thanked You,

You Apologized with Silence and I Forgave with Tears,

I Gave You Everything and You Made Me Feel Like Nothing.

I Gave You Everything Even the Pieces I Swore I’d Never Give Away,

 I Thought They Would Keep Us Unbreakable,

But It Wasn’t Enough…

I Thought We Were Fine but You Started Questioning Me,

You Made Me Carry Your Baggage and Pretended They Weren’t Heavy.

Every Time I Spoke My Truth…

You Turned It into Your Wound,

I Thought I Was Protecting Us by Keeping the Peace,

Turns Out,

Peace Built on Silence Is Just Control Dressed as Love.

You Made Me Feel Small,

My Truth Scared You More Than Losing Me,

I’m Done Carrying Blame That Was Never Mine to Hold.

It Hurts Not Because It’s Over, But Because It Meant Nothing to You,

I Keep Hoping You’ll Come Back Even When I Know You Won’t,

Sometimes I Disappear in Plain Sight,

I Still Carry the Weight of Words Never Said,

I Watched You Become a Stranger with Memories That Still Haunt Me,

It’s Not That I Miss You, I Miss Who I Was When You Loved Me,

Some Scars Don’t Heal They Just Learn to Hide.

Love Doesn’t Fix What Truth Breaks,

Even Bones Remember the Lies We Whispered with Kisses,

Affection Without Honesty Is Just Performance,

We Dance in Denial, Calling It Devotion,

What We Called Love Was Often Just Fear in Disguise,

A Skeleton Smile Not for Joy, But for Having Nothing Left to Lose,

We Rise from Coffins Built by Hope, Still Calling It Romance,

We Buried Ourselves in Promises We Knew We’d Never Keep,

We Died Trying to Keep the Illusion Alive.

You Wonder Why You No Longer Feel Anything for Anyone Anymore…

It’s Because Your Heart Died Trying to Save Your Brain from The Last Situation.

Remember;

Love Doesn’t Always End When Someone Stops Caring, Sometimes It Rots Inside You Long After It’s Dead.

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