You’re so toxic. I love it. I love the small dominance of your voice whispering in my fragile ear telling me that I never will be loved by anyone, not even you. You kept luring me in with your beautiful brown eyes, letting me know that love for me only exists in you. You told me that every time you said you didn’t love me, it was your demons speaking. My demons spoke to me as much as yours did but the only difference was that I never let those still calming voices change my perspective of you. I loved you, well, I love you. I let you change who I am as a person, and who I was becoming. You promised me much finer things in life while you held my throat with your cold, cold hands. When we got into those arguments, you kept telling me that those things were made up and you never saw a future with me, you just used me for the love I showed through my broken words, and my shutters of fear. I tried to escape, you kept me on a leash that I have yet to cut lose from, I kept crawling back to the same two words “I’m sorry.” Your toxicity fed into me, and I let it keep me in the same place you’ve always wanted me to be, under you. I will never let these horrible things change my mind about you. I still tremble at your name coming across my screen, but I love it. I love the hurt you’ve put me through, and I will continue to love the hurt because you’re toxic, and I love it.
About the Creator
Maya Love
Depressed teenager who has been through too much and spoke too little.
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