It's overwhelming.
This feeling that I get when I'm around you.
It's addicting, and consuming.
But it's also toxic.
I thought at first that these were good things,
But then I take a step back and dissect these words.
Overwhelming.
To be overpowered by something.
The weight of you in my life crushes me,
Destroys the spark that I have inside.
Addicting.
Your kisses and touch were something I was drawn to compulsively.
I abandoned parts of myself, because the others were devoted to you.
I was a ****** for your attention.
Consuming.
You devoured my common sense.
My time and thoughts have all been absorbed by you.
Even my dreams are defiled with your presence.
Toxic.
What you've done to me has taken hold of my heart.
It has the effect of poison, coursing through my blood,
Slowly corrupting every bit of me.
Love shouldn't be addicting.
It should fix, soothe, comfort.
It shouldn't alienate oneself from their heart.
It's a lesson I had to go through,
And while it hurt more than I thought I could bear,
Ever slowly I'm returning to who I was.
I've changed though.
That was inevitable,
For love, no matter how corrupting it is,
Changes you.