"We were never made for each other ,
That's what I thought when you came into my life like a storm which I never saw it coming .
We were so bad together , worse than a hurricane , it was so wrong ,
Worse than a disaster , it was never meant to last long .
Yet , the only thing stuck in my head were the fights that we fought ,
Playing on replay , still fresh in my thoughts.
Or catching you red handed staring at me with desire ,
Setting my heart on fire like a bonfire.
And that's what I wanted right now ,
For you to fill all those blank spaces that you left somehow .
I want to tell him , that I missed him so much ,
And feel myself losing under his touch.
He was never the brightest star , shinning up on the sky ,
But he gave me a reason to survive.
I see myself in a pathetic state and ask why ?."
- Toxic, Calliope
A/N: I am no poet, just someone who loves to play with words.
I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?