TOXIC LOVING

 

The way you love me feels like a payback for my good acts.

I can tell it, you don’t love me freely. 

You love me for keeps, you love me for morals,

I look like a good fit as the mother of your kids.

You don’t love me from your heart.

You strike me as someone who fell in love

before now with woman he really

wanted but the love didn’t last. 

Now he is looking for a woman to keep home,

 to make him reach society’s cut off mark

 of responsible man. 

But I am not a trophy to be kept indoors. 

If you know me well, you’d know

I am more broken than you are. 

Don’t play me like cards. 

Don’t trigger my clause.

You took “come just as you are so serious”.

You make love look an attack.

I am a better woman than what you assume of me.

So better that I cannot try to appeal to your view of things.

Here’s a farewell letter.

Don’t drain the life left of me.

Au revior or whatever bye to toxicity means