Poem About Toxic Relationship Novels & Stories

Lexie added. "No, it wasn't. Actually, I realized it was a toxic relationship. She kept convincing me of things - I'm not denying my guilt, but she's so convincing, so captivating. She planted doubts in my head, put the idea in me that I'd be happier, that it was what I needed. And I just kept falling, kept believing, and over time, it seemed like she controlled my thoughts, my emotions, my actions. But I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I did it anyway. I'm so sorry for the suffering I caused, Lexie, and in the end, the one who came out of this completely destroyed was me."

But I am determined not to look at him so I went down my eyes more. "Yes you are. So don't avoid me anymore-" "The only thing I can do that's right is to avoid you! Do you understand?!" I cannot help myself anymore. I bravely lifted my eyes to him, and damn I immediately regretted. "Whenever I get close to you...someone is hurting. You are hurting. I am hurting. Do you think that this relationship with you is toxic? How can I stay with you when I know there's danger coming? Love isn't like this! Love should be the place where you can feel at safe! But this love isn't! I am always scared that someone might die because of me!" Tears pooled outside my eyes. I gulped to calm myself down.

The malice was dripping out of the words like poison injected into a vein every syllable like a tiny death knell tolling the end of our agreement. Things changed very fast within the conversation, with tension rolling up at alarming rate with each moving minute; like stormy weather brewing on horizon-dark clouds gathering and rumbling thunder at some distance. "You can't try that," was all she spat back after me in a low voice, menacing, like a snake hissing in the dark, its venomous fangs bared and ready to strike. That sound sent shivers down my spine. Words were adding to a toxic mixture of anger and indignation as each syllable dripped with venom, like a poison being injected into our fr

She did love her father, but this was one step too far. “It’s too late. How many times are we going to go through this before one of us realizes this relationship is way too toxic? I’ve got to set a good example to my daughter, and waiting at home for a man who doesn’t show up when he says he’s going to, and is always fighting for something else, I can’t go through with this, not anymore. It sucks. All of this sucks. You think I want this? You think I enjoy having you on my doorstep, your belongings packed, ready to send you away?”

I went from avoiding him, to hating him, to being obsessed with his scent and the way he looks at me. Pathetic is the word you're probably thinking of…yeah. I brush back my hair until the bun looks slick, and my makeup sits on my face, shielding the world from my misery. Shielding him. I have done my research on toxic relationships, and it doesn't take a genius to know exactly what is happening here. He's not mine, and he never will be. There's no use pretending this will go anywhere, but I fear I might have cursed myself, for every moment spent away from him feels like my heart is being squeezed by rough hands over and over.

“Absolutely. It’s disgusting how good you look in my stuff. Please leave. Immediately.” He tossed a sock at my face. “Rude.” I grabbed the sock dramatically and held it to my heart. “Wow. First my clothes. Now violence. This relationship is toxic.” “Tell that to the guy who made me pancakes shaped like broken hearts yesterday.” I gasped. “They were abstract! And metaphorical!” “Uh-huh.” He was already walking backward toward the bathroom, grinning like the little menace he was. “Anyway, I’m stealing your shampoo. You’ve been warned.”

It’s inching to make him feel what I’ve been feeling, make him hurt just so I could have a reason to sleep tonight. This is toxic, isn’t it? I’m being toxic or maybe worse but I don’t care. What I am being is nothing compared to what I have been feeling for the past two years. And because of that, I no longer trust the heart. When my heart tells me to do something I don’t because hearts are stupid, they neglect everything around you just to have a good feeling that won’t last forever but the soul….. it tells you to do things that may or may not be good but will ease you and make you sleep at night. So yes, I accept to be toxic in this case and I accept to make him feel what I feel.

Regardless, I made love to her that night… in a room that belonged to my enemies, I made love to my mate just as I would have done if we were in our home. She took every stroke, kiss, and lick with heated passion and took turns in taking control with me. In fact, Zadie made love to me as well. She fucked me really good and didn't stop crying out for me as I glided in and out of her. She was sweaty. I was as well. But we rode it out together. Her pain slipped into my body and the toxic was detoxified as we drove ourselves madly insane… in pleasure. “Why isn’t it stopping?” Zadie cried, obviously still under the influence of the poison. “Why do I still want more?”

Each word sliced through me as he added, "Congratulations on your pregnancy, but don’t make me the father of someone else’s child." He turned to leave but paused, his voice dripping with venom. "Stop dreaming. That happy little family you’re imagining? It will never happen. Don’t picture yourself with me. You make me sick." Since the day we married, he’s never once treated me like his wife. It hurts. God, it hurts. But I endure it. Because if I leave, he might never come back to me. After he was gone, the tears came, hot and unrelenting. This pain wasn’t new—but it still burned every time.

The culprit in the whole thing. I only remember hating him before I started loving him. Our relationship was shit. It was toxic, and we didn't even know how to handle it. I didn't have an iota of dignity and he was a mentally unstable fucking bastard who just made me cry and change my mood over and over again, making stupid decisions. We were both immature and irresponsible and we destroyed each other. We hurt each other. Finally, my delusional hope ended up forgiving him once more, and he left. And that was the best decision he could have made. Put an end to that loop of agony that kept absorbing us both. It ended everything. And he did well. Otherwise, we would have ended up consuming each