It's funny how I lived in a fantasy world,
I spent years thinking I was actually here,
Brainwashed into believing something surreal.
At a glance I resisted, thinking I knew better and I did,
But then I fell for his lies.
Hypnotized by his words,
Traumatized by his touch,
Crystallized by his kiss,
I stay forever crushed,
Living in a looping curse.
The thought of him was enough,
To wreak my own walls and rush to his arms.
To believe that we were in fact living like we're gods.
To fall back asleep and see shooting stars.
He was the end of me,
the end of my strength and my sanity,
because loving him was madness and I did it anyway.
The worse part is that I'd do it again.
I'd fall back in love to shatter again.
I'd hypnotize myself just to feel him again.
I'd pick my broken pieces and hand it to him again.
What's the point now, it was all just a show,
Aimed at getting the audience to bow.
I guess that's the thing about being so toxic,
Addiction to someone that clearly makes me sick.
Jah
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Author:
Jah_kingdom (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 20th, 2025 15:53
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
Some call it toxic an obsession. All relationships are a mix of good and bad but when the balance turns more bad than good we call it toxic. To some the experience is worth it and who else has the right to judge. A poem of mixed experiences that the person themselves realizes, if so who has the right to say what they should do. loved it
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