Peace In The Violence

This poem is about my time being addicted to toxic love, falling into toxic relationships. Some even abusive.It's about the reasoning why people stay in toxic relationships.

Love is like a drug, that addiction,

to the feeling of something other than nothing 

than the numbness, and the hole inside my heart, 

Is it good for me? Or is it bad? And am I destined to be alone? 

Like the badass b***h I am born to be 

Maybe I am not a loner, but an independent woman, 

All while my soul aches for his touch, his attention,

that love, like a drug, worse than nicotine, cocaine, heroin, 

Withdrawal symptoms, the craving for love and attention, 

Killing every bit that’s inside my soul,

To think I wanted it to be forever, 

moronic, stupid, and naive, 

Like a vial of narcotics, or poison, poured into sweet chocolate, when it touches my lips, the bittersweet taste of intoxicating love,

My head begins to feel light, my heart begins to beat faster and faster, 

Blood rushes to my cold pale cheeks, 

More, I need more, 

being under a spell, that I cannot break,  

Like a drug, damaging to it’s core, 

But it’s too late, chemicals, all the chemicals come into place, 

More I need more, 

Taking comfort in the peace of it’s violence,

 it’s all I know, too late to run, 

too late to break the poison running in my veins, 

Addicted to the love, the poison, like a drug. 

Author's Note

This is my experience with toxic relationships, not necessarily abusive but it goes for that too.

Reviews

[Aura]

Woah. Love can be like a drug. Addicting for all of the wrong reasons. The analogy is strong, showing how love, like a drug can tear you apart if you become addicted to it. Overall well done I enjoyed reading it!

[Mira Windsor]

Thank you for your comment, you are very
kind