
Love is choice
Real Love is scarce
True Love is divine
Toxic love is loving your neighbor just a little bit above what you love yourself.
It’s not manipulation
It is choosing to be manipulated
It is believing the lies
When all actions points to the truth.
It feels like giving grace
It comes with a lot of explanations—
For failed expectations.
It is making excuses for everything.
It is doubting your identity
And questioning your essence
It is finding solace
In external validation.
It is ecstasy,
Slowly intoxicating
Until You drown in your own esteem
A shadow of your true self.
It’s trading your values
For intimate moments
It’s chasing every high
And falling below your virtues.
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