toxicity.

The dosage of your love was my favorite kind of drug. You made me feel so in love with you that it made me mad. You were phenomenal one day and then tragic the next night. The bruises that were left on my skin were covered with the makeup that I got a few days ago. I couldn’t tell if you were hurting me on purpose or just on accident. You were asking me to do things that I didn’t want to do but you started forcing yourself upon me. I thought if this was love, why does it hurt so much? We started to torture each other. There were no good days anymore. Just one miserable day after the next. I got up, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and said “this isn’t the love i deserve.” I got my jacket and finally left.