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Jo Swan Jan 2019
I’m addicted to my bad boy
like a druggie snorting on crack.
Bad boy- my succulent junk food.

Toxic love dark as chocolate black,
you do more harm than good.
This attraction is not healthy.

There is a strange dopamine hit,
though I’m discarded like a used toy-
I chase the thrill for him to commit.

Abusive and brazenly rude,
smugness as fat as greasy cheese,
his hurtful bites leave me hungry.

Shame clogs in cholesterol plaque-
infecting ailing arteries;
I’m going to have a heart attack!

Bad boy, why do I crave such ******?

(c) 2019 Jo Swan
Sometimes we can be in a relationship that can be toxic. Yet we can still be drawn to this relationship that is not psychologically healthy.
Marisol Quiroz Dec 2018
she'll convince you it was your bark not her bite, even when she holds your ****** body in her maw.

— don't believe the beast
it's not you, it's them.
you’re at your job
talking to a girl
a girl who used to be me
she smiles
laughs at your stupid jokes
puts up with you lame humor
and she friend zones you
you tell her about the girl across the coffee shop
who broke your heart
when really you broke hers
into so many pieces
that when she tries to pick them up
she cuts her hands
she bleeds
because of you
the girl has no idea
what she’s gotten herself into
you will destroy her
like you did me
she has bad tattoos
and wears converse
a totoro hat
over her over bleached hair
sounds familiar

does she watch anime?
does she go to the lego store with you?
does target trips feel the same?
does she comfort you?

do you get the same rush,
when you want to kiss her?

does she let you?

do you get the same nerves,
when you message her on facebook?

do you crave her body,
in the way that you did mine?

so much so that you kept going when I told you no?

do you wish she was prettier,
like you wanted me to be?

do you wish she was blonder,
like the anime character you ******* to?

do you also wish your ***** was bigger,
like I wished it was?

do you also wish that you were more caring to me,
like I wished you were?

do you wish I was still with you..?

do you?
i thought i'd die,
yet i still suffer.​
our hearts starve
our hands bleed
i wanted us
i needed you
you "loved" me
and i thought i did.​
*******
Dee Dec 2018
The I love you's and I miss you's all turned to violent threats,
All the giggling and the laughing became broken whimpered frets..
My once smiling lips became pinched tightly around a burning cigarette,
Your whispered sweet words gone, you shout at me angry and upset.
Accusations loud and sharp were thrown at me without regret.
Anxiety disguised as butterflies bruised my insides from all your texts.
The fear at your reactions always present in my mindset,
No more of this! I'm done paying in angst some racked up unknown debt.
I'm done forever proving I'm alone at home and not getting some guys **** wet,
I tried but I am done, this isn't love being trapped inside your net.
But like a Phoenix in the ashes, I'm reborn from all the fires that you set.
The chains you tried to bind me in are gone now, in my life I've pressed reset,
I'm happy that I left you and broke free, on that you can bet.
niqniq Nov 2018
Quiet household
They do not hear
Loud whispers
Harsh reminders
They very much feel

I have 14 tiny moles did you know
I can count
I count when they fight
I count when my mother couldn't
count on my father

We don't talk when we fix
We huff when we move
We hiss when one makes a sound

I tie the broken nylon guitar string
Just for fun
Around my neck
It hurts a bit but
This kind of pain is not as bad as
The one I'm trying to rid myself of

My sister tries to listen to them
My brothers distract themselves
I write these things
I hear my father yell

THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN

We'll be alright.
The precise date and time was when this event happened.
My family isn't perfect. I could tell you that we're dysfunctional and at times, especially during my earlier childhood years, abusive.
But we're trying.
Martha Nov 2018
If you know me at all, you know I am a lot to handle, even for myself.
I feel very deeply and I do not know if that’s a flaw or a favor given by subconscious
That sometimes anxiety swallows me whole and I can not find the words to speak
But I can write very clearly

And if he knew me at all
The hole he punched in the wall would’ve been a kiss on the forehead instead
A soft “I understand, just take your time”
That tells me that things just weren’t right
Axel Nov 2018
Bruises he hid
Punches he got
Every sunny day was black and grey
No arms that can hold him
So screaming under the water was all he did.

Love wasn't his
But quite,crying and falling was always in him
So fragile
So innocent
So sweet yet bitterness surrounded him.

"Help!" He shouted
But the slap,the fire and the redness
was way louder until nobody dare to listen.
He wished he could become a man
But he was just living in a can of beer
And he already surrounded by fear
So he took one last step
He jumped from above
With tears that were already clear.
Xion Nov 2018
The first plea came after she hit me

I told her I was done
And wanted nothing more to do with her
The fact that she had done anything wrong
Was, in her mind, absurd
She begged and begged
Telling me how much she wanted me to stay
Saying how without me in her life
She wouldn't make it to the next day
So I did

The second one came after I left the hospital

She told me how I was stupid
How I had done something to make her look bad
The fact that I didn't say anything
Made her so insanely mad
But I knew I couldn't tell her
That she was the source of my problems
Because she would blame it all on me
And force me to try and solve them

The next one happened last fall

She refused to admit it
That she had done something wrong
"I'm not to blame!
It's your own **** fault Shaun!"
So in result I sat there
And pretended to be blind
And let her continue on her way
While she kept her pride

The final plea came from myself

What did I do wrong?
I tried so hard to do things just for you
But for some reason it was never enough
And you figured he should be in your bed too
I wanted answers but got nothing
And ended up once again in the hospital bed
While you went and told others
That it was me who was ****** in the head

But I can play along
I can wait and see
When you've used up him
Stay the **** away from me
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