Poems About Toxic Love Novels & Stories

My spine was laces alongside menace as I weep through the empty bars of my strength Once upon a time, I craved loved from the ones who ridiculed me in the day, hurt me in the sins of the night. The ones who couldn’t make me sleep at nights Ruled by a dark belief , I embraced any delusional clarification and declaration of love my sick mind provided My being is locked with toxicity I met a woman, I met several women and I arrived at an equation; A variable that could never be compatible To the woman that i want bee heart; Cody.

Lore sadly said. I nodded my head. Maybe that's how powerful love is. It can change a person, can kill and give life. That love can also be a poison. It's good to feel but it has a dangerous revenge. The heart of a woman is truly sensitive and vulnerable, it can crack just by a single pain and sometimes that crack will eventually turn into big and hatred will be soon felt.

he mocks. “You do realise that sounds exactly like something she’d do, right?” I deadpan. He stiffens as his eyes blow wide, “She fucking well better not, I don’t want an animai. I learned the hard way; love is a load of shit. It’s like that drug humans take for cancer, what is it called? Chamo… chemotherapy! That’s it. You take this drug that’s meant to save your life, but while it’s supposedly doing that it’s eating away at every good cell and making you sicker and sicker until you either die or miraculously, manage to survive. Love is a poison and slowly it’s just going to eat away at you until there’s nothing left,” he says bitterly. You don’t become this bitter unless you truly were in

He looked at the man, who was staring at him with a lot of confusion in his eyes. He sighed. “And this is what makes it toxic!” His brows raised as he told Hades, grabbing his hips as he was sick of this sickness of Hades. “You mean it’s love?” He chuckled, cocking his brow. “No.” His answer was calm. “But they say love is toxic, no?” Waylen looked down as he did not feel it right to look into Hades’ eyes. They were giving him a sick view. Madness was dancing in his eyes which was bothering Waylon to keeping an eye-contact with Hades.

"If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it, if it was a wall, I would tear it down - But it's my heart" ~Mahmoud Darwish The words sunk so deeply, creating a large gap in my soul. There was just something so devastatingly beautiful about romantic poetry, I loved it to no end. The idea of loving someone to the point that you yearn for them, their very person, every inch of their skin, every habit of theirs, every peculiar trait is picked, loved and immortalized.

My smile vanished remembering how yelled at me just because I was staring at him instead of looking at the camera, calling me a maniac and like a witless woman I ignored the insult and apologised to him. I lay down on the ground crying remembering the moment I spent with him. The memories that are filled with love and pain. I started remembering my love story which slowly turned into a toxic relationship. "Your love cages me, Ivanna. You suffocate me" "Why do you always cling to me? Can't you give me a space" "I wish I would have never said yes to you" "How can you think, I can love a person like you? I was just using you like a whore you're. you only tell me where would I get a girl who is

I guess it hurts more, because I keep hurting him over and over again. He hurt me and I wanted to hurt him back, but physically. And that is not what love is. Love isn't defined by violence, or hate, neither is it defined by secrets. What Sin and I have... can it be called love? Because this is toxic; a toxic love. We always end up hurting each other. We are both toxic for the other.

From the cradle to the grave, Love's in everyone. Love burns like a candle That sometimes flickers but never dies. Love may be invisible, Although it's right before your eyes, Love can leave you empty, Love can make you whole. Love can make or break you, Love is in your soul. Love is in your heart, Love is in your mind. Love doesn't discriminate, Love is always blind. ....

I say on the top of my voice unable to control myself any longer. " yeah sure. I was already about doing so,thought you had changed. But still the same selfish bastard, you want her to yourself but still keep on hurting her. What a waste" I hear him say as head his way out of the door and he took me all my sanity to hold myself from punching the hell out of him. " but you know what he said is right,right? I mean all I ever do is hurt her I am not good for her Andrew. I am fucking toxic" I say as I suddenly felt the tears drop from my eyes.

He was just a monster now. ‘Did you honestly think we would get to have a happily ever after? You were nothing but a toy for me. None of it was real. Every kiss, every touch, every ‘’i love you’’ meant nothing. It was a lie!’. ‘You’re just trying to hurt and upset me, you don’t mean it’. He laughed again. ‘I love you’. ‘Well, I don't love you’. He raised his fist, ‘and I never did!’... and then everything went black…