Please don’t make me forget
Don't want to forgive you
Want to be mad at you forever
Tired of dealing with the same issue
I know I deserve way better
So, don’t be sweet now and try to make me forget
You know my sweet spot
You are my weakness
Here we go again with the same shit
Just make me forget every time
Now I’m the one saying I’m sorry
For even thinking about leaving
Your toxic love keeps me breathing
You know how to make me forget
Forget you ain't shit
Got me begging for your toxic love
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The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
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Comments (4)
This feeling is too true…
This is great. Toxic love is just like this too
‘Your toxic love keeps me breathing’ Wow Emily, this line stood out to me. It is so painful, and relatable. Makes me think of the attachment that is already built through the short moments of healthy burst of bonding… so we hold onto the healthy moments, and put up with the toxic, waiting for the past to come back to the present. The part where an apology had to be given by the actual victim… gosh, that’s just sick. Sounds like a sick person to have that effect, no accountability to right their wrongs, choosing manipulation as love. I absolutely loved this Emily, it brought out so many thoughts out of me. Well done 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👌🏽♥️🤗
Oof, this hits hard! That push-pull of toxic love is so real. The raw honesty makes it powerful—like a song you can’t stop replaying. Well done!