My love is wrong in the eyes of the sane to them it seems my love is irrational possessive, obsessive chained to my wrists I suppose it's my fault I suppose it's all their's I think I'm forgetting the normal thoughts and feelings a person is to have Clinging onto the familiar and what was thrown at me when I was younger. It scares some away and brings others closer
Insanity goes unnoticed by those inflicted. Don't go on thinking I'm a terrible person for not understanding social constructs the same way as you do.
noun | the way his hand rested on the small of her back. the curve of her hip pressed against his side. the soft click of a lock, keeping her in his gilded cage. it was nice at first, the way he spoke about her as a belonging. perhaps it was her own loneliness that made her crave his. the allure of fixing him was too enticing to deny, so she dove headfirst, recklessly swimming against his nature. but the explosion of a thrown wine glass on the wall behind her when she needed to leave, needed to get out, made her hate the naive girl she once was. and still she loved the way he pressed gentle kisses on her tear stained cheeks, apologizing and begging her to stay. and, despite herself, she knows she will.
You looked so majestic sitting there Delicate, divine, and bare Vulnerable but I didn't care How could I?
You, with your brown eyes and your short brown hair Resting on a broken chair Defeated but I didn't care I had to lie
Over and over and over again to get you Over and over and over again, I let you down Over and over and you were over it, you'd even given up your crown
You should have known better when I said that I'd be there for you You should have known better than to believe when I said that I would help you through I'll tell you that I'm sorry but by now you should know the truth Helping someone other than myself is something [that] I just can't do
I saw my chance and I acted fast Things this pure (you see) they never last At least they never have in my past I bled you dry
I didn't want you to leave the shadow I cast With your love so deep and your heart so vast You'd be happier in a light you could bask That's why
Over and over and over again I hurt you Over and over and over again to keep you down Over and over and you were over it, you couldn't even reach your crown
You should have known better when I said that I'd be there for you You should have known better than to believe when I said that I'd be there for you I'll tell you that I'm sorry but by now you should know the truth Helping someone other than myself is something [that] I just can't do
I can't be good to you
Poetry that's meant to easily translate into a country song, from the perspective of all the men I've loved before. I came up with this in 15 minutes so don't take it too seriously!
Brittle and distant in some sections but overall palatable
Why don't we ever eat out? you ask
Because things abruptly fall when we least expect
Like prices and temperatures or your basic need of me
If we go somewhere we might meet other people
And that could only end badly for the both of us
"While some possessive individuals may try to control every aspect of their partner's life, other possessive individuals may only show mild jealousy. Regardless of the level of possessiveness, such relationships are typically unhealthy."
Im scared to leave you even in my dreams Seems like I'm possessive Cause You're impressive Every night i close my eyes I want you in front of me My heart bleeds until you're here with me I'm getting insecure I need those thighs to sleep in every night Even God has no right To seperate us only when there is A fake love
"I never knew it was toxic, until I tasted freedom with love. I never knew what it was like to be loved, without being encaged. But now I can take my decisions, I can roam free. I can be loved and be my own person. I chose what I do today and forever. It was love before, it is love now. But now he loves me into independence. I discover more about myself. I find myself healing.The stifling breath, and aching sobs in my chest are slowly fading. It was love before but the bad outweighed the good. Too weak and in love to leave. But I am not a possession, I am my own person."
- excerpt from a monologue of breaking free from a possessive relationship