𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬.
~
Months have turned to years that painfully crawled by.
The pretty picture you painted for me
at the start holds the capability to
make me cry.
Those chocolatey, sweet nothings
whispered in my ear.
Now I think, how did we wind up here?
Your intimidating stature loomed
over me from above,
A quality I still come to love.
You punched me with the spiteful
machinery of words to bruise my mind.
My thoughts.
Fat purple bruises, not on my skin.
How did I wind up here?
Your vision of love is a facade.
Booming words of degradation into the phone. I tried to run.
There you go to cast your hook
far away into the grime, letting me stew in the yuckiness before reeling me back into your clutch.
Red dashes up my arm to rid the pain
and fades to a pretty pink to
remind me of the innocence I lost.
The world looks at us through rose eyes, but you only intoxicated me with pitiful lies.
You make me fall in love again like a love sick puppy
Yet I still find myself asking;
Who's to blame?
-𝐬.𝐩
