and I'd drink from it again β
Our love spread like wildfires...in the heat of the moment, we never even realized we needed to be put out...
Obsessive and all-consuming toxic love at its finest, greeting me in the form of π€π¦ππππ£ ππππ₯...
How does it feel to escape on hell for another and the latter being named as 'love'? How can we escape toxic relationships when toxic situations are all we know? π€§π€’π°
Preacher boy, how could you make me so unholy?...
This poem is about surviving a abusive relationship and healing from it. This is not just about a piece of my personal story but I wrote it for those who are survivors still recovering/ are currently...
And it's cos of you
That I know not to
Ever trust cupid
Cos he makes me stupid...
I am not perfect.
I am no angel.
And telling me Iβm perfect isnβt cute, and it isnβt sweet, and it isnβt romantic.
I just wish I could drain the blood from my veins so I wouldn't have to pray to you anymore β
*just as a disclaimer!* nothing against anyone of any religion! I accept everyone, I just wanted to us...
The first bruise you gave me shaped itself like a heart. A tale of a toxic relationship set in a seemingly normal situation
I have learned that toxic relationships can bring a lot of anger lol
A poem about my travel partner, who I thought was forever, but really was a partner in crime, only.
Our love spread like wildfires...in the heat of the moment, we never even realized we needed to be put out...
Obsessive and all-consuming toxic love at its finest, greeting me in the form of π€π¦ππππ£ ππππ₯...
How does it feel to escape on hell for another and the latter being named as 'love'? How can we escape toxic relationships when toxic situations are all we know? π€§π€’π°
Preacher boy, how could you make me so unholy?...
This poem is about surviving a abusive relationship and healing from it. This is not just about a piece of my personal story but I wrote it for those who are survivors still recovering/ are currently...
And it's cos of you
That I know not to
Ever trust cupid
Cos he makes me stupid...
I am not perfect.
I am no angel.
And telling me Iβm perfect isnβt cute, and it isnβt sweet, and it isnβt romantic.
I just wish I could drain the blood from my veins so I wouldn't have to pray to you anymore β
*just as a disclaimer!* nothing against anyone of any religion! I accept everyone, I just wanted to us...
The first bruise you gave me shaped itself like a heart. A tale of a toxic relationship set in a seemingly normal situation
I have learned that toxic relationships can bring a lot of anger lol
A poem about my travel partner, who I thought was forever, but really was a partner in crime, only.