Why are you so comfortable in sadness,
Why are you holding on to the toxicity, the trauma,
No one is the blame but yourself,
No one hurts you more than you,
It's hard to hold on to the rope but even harder to let go,
It's hard to think and see without the hurt taking over your thoughts,
It's hard to breathe even when there's air,
I love him and it's hard to let go.
We once thought that it was toxicity but it's merely that,
we were young, in young love, I thought.
It was us against the world through our differences and through it all I wanted him,
Through it all he's all I saw,
I love him and it's hard to let go and even harder to watch my heart ache because he healed my scars then he burst them open,
He fixed me, then he broke me, he shattered me.
He promised to not play with my heart, it makes me furious.
But I love him and it's hard to let go.
This isn't love.
This is torture.
This is abuse.
This is hate.
This is hurt.
Yet it's still so hard to leave.