You wallow in abusive relationships because that’s all you have in that moment. You need something darker to bring you to truth.
He was important. That’s the complete definition of his being. But the truth is, I’m important too. We lose ourselves in people the moment we intertwine. We justify things they do wrong and fall in love with things they do right. We justify little jabs, little words, little white lies with thinking they’re normal. They’re not. When you fall in love with someone, you want them happy. Their happiness makes you happy. That’s love. And since I was in love, I thought I was actually wrong. I would reward him when he treated me horribly. I would love him harder when he threw toxicity. It was dangerous. Vile. Absolutely terrifying that someone could make you feel so immensely cold, but so crazy in love. That’s emotional abuse.
give ‘em hell take ’em back and through in and out consume my abuse tune in show no confusion lick my fusion taste the movement have you walked in my shoes have you been to the moon my costume i’ll […]
i’ll break you in two let me repent from you secluded, this is stage two needed recluse to hide from abuse there’s no excuse burns bring blues, flames too just a wild goose that looked back and said deuce