Long Toxic relationship Poems

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Dear God

Dear God
By H2O the silent poet 

I'm literally breaking up with you
I'm tired of asking you to take the wheel and Everytime you abandon me to my own will.
Just to be crashed like cande crash  my soul cries out in 
Silence but still no response ,if my idea of a toxic relationship is this one we share .

For your sake I'm facing disgrace
What happened to the grace you said is sufficient for me?

If they is a  God 
I'm tired of tearing in my pillows.
Everyday the devil is beating drums inside my head
I might as well just dance to the beat  of his drum.
Hes promises sims to  ease me even if its just temporary ?? 

I have always known you as the overseer 
So how come you dont see me?
Down here !
I'm officially breaking up with you
I'm tired of living inside an ocean but 
Yet I'm dying of thirst.i sea nothing but the ocean of pain 
Your people are  cry out to without any response, 
You just site and watch as from up and above 
So am making this officially I'm breaking up with you
My soul is slowly breaking down 
As darkness envelops my soul 

Pains is  breaking my soul from deep down 
As darkness is enveloping my soul
I'm drained in misery
I'm now a prey to the predator. As you just site just smile 

My life has no essence without your presence 

Dear God I'm officially taking the pills.
i might as well come back to meet you.
I don't have to wait to be killed before ending this hell
After all I'm still going to end up in hell.

Gods response 2
Form: Rhyme


Again

I’ve been here before
Before the cruel reality reappeared 
Shattering your warm embrace

War rages between us
Bloody secrets strewn through the night sky
“It’ll be okay”
But a white lie is still a lie

You shine
Bright as ever the center
Of my universe
My northern star,
I always find my way back to you.

Stars burn.
I ignite
Burn away into the starry night

A mortal and a star
Meant to be? We’re not
Fated like the stories
Yet I’m chained
The fate of a phoenix explained
An ever living cycle

Still I desire
Immersed in your fire
Like a moth to a flame
Siding back into place
Giving in to your deadly embrace
© Ana Chan  Create an image from this poem.

Ex Factor

we date we love we marry
but the backlog speaks volume
any misunderstanding reminds one of the ex factor misfortune
when one tries to be pleased a comparison arises of the same ex factor
i mean we are in love with people who are trying to move on
instead of falling in love we are confusing lust for love
we have never taken time to free ourselves from our toxic relationship
but like matatu that leaves as soon it's filled so is our love life
the next available person is the best
 if we would go to reset mode then realize fixed marriages worked then we would care about what we have
it's pains a lot for one to be in love with someone who is in love with another
the ego is too much to apologize for any wrongdoing but we don't care for sex is above love
we tend to care about career more than our families
we value money and worldly pleasure above love
women come in all sizes but the love is the same measure as measured by God
fill your cup and thank God for that
but we tend to please all yet we loose all while thinking about all 
please if in love do not compare but just submit and built what God has given you
if you are in a position to ask for help then  let God guide you to full recovery
one day we shall examine all our lives then vanity will be our gauge as we reglected the simplest task in out lives
love one another as it's the greatest commandment
how do we please God if we do not know how to love one another...
this ex factor and comparison has to come to an end...
#made from Africa
#chui munga the poet
@2020
© Chui Munga  Create an image from this poem.

Stained Breath

Trigger Warning:
This poem contains themes of toxic relationships, manipulation, emotional abuse, and references to suicidal threats. Please read with care.


I am too alive to die, 
But too dead to live
Meeting you was a slow burn,
Like a burn given by cig.

Started with breaking friendships,
And then you hated to see—
simple dinners with family,
Me just trying to be.

"I want you to myself" 
"You don't give me enough time" 
"I'll kill myself if you ignore." 
"You better stay in line." 

I didn't want anyone to hurt,
So I always complied.
You quoted this was love,
And I believed your lies.

It has become the past now,
And I know it wasn't love.
But the bitter taste still lingers
And it stays like ash in my lungs.

Toxic Relationship

Both of them name-call each other,
never seems to end...
It's food to them; they feed on it,
this heedless, thoughtless trend.

You are so fat just like a beached whale,
you are such a loser, you always seem to fail.
Told you-your so fat, why don't you lose some weight?,
you say this cause you're skinny stick, understandable you hate.
Why do you say this- you are a silly pea-brain,
you're stark raving lunatic and nothing but a pain.
Hopeless and so lazy- why don't you get a job,
a dime a dozen, now shut your garbage gob !

Always at each other whilst toxicity a-blotches,
yet, baby can't say anything though hears it all and watches.
Form: Sonnet


Define Depression

Depression is saying good morning even on the bad days
Depression is wanting to ask for help but not feeling strong enough to speak
Depression feels so bad at times yet at the same time it is my only friend
Depression is the toxic relationship I can't leave
I always run back to her knowing nothing good lives there
But, at least I have a roof over my head right?
I don't want to be homeless but the jungle would be a better home
Who am I
What would I do
Who am I
What would I do
Get a hold of yourself
Get some sleep
You'll feel better when you wake up
Then I close my eyes only to wake up from a nightmare
Life and my negative dreams are starting to feel like the same thing
But, for the time being I try to press on 
Sleeping more because my energy is leaving
Only to wake up halfway charged with a full plate of to-do's
But no silverware
So where do I start
Looking at the root
I'm a wilting rose needing something more to survive
So, if I can't be watered I'll use my own tears
To learn how to properly grow
If I can't get any sun I'll use the heat and pressure from the world as a reminder
That doing my own thing is the only way I can glow
p.s. my depression is strong but I'll never let it hold me back...

Premium Member The Fourth Floor of Nowhere

An estranged couple teetering on the precipice
of splitsville  are holed up on the fourth floor
of nowhere, their apartment. They're seeking refuge 
from the covid-19 pandemic. Both decided to 
quarantine together in hopes of salvaging 
the crumbling state of their union. It was a bad idea,
a colossal mistake. Their attempt at reconciliation,
a total failure. Their toxic relationship almost as 
as insidious as the deadly virus itself! Trapped 
 on the fourth floor of nowhere; sometimes they
seem like prison inmates tethered to each other.
All they wanted was to work through their issues,
but they've made matters infinitely worse.
Incessant fighting ensues. Murphy's law unravel
before their eyes. It's a glorious mess!

              an estranged couple
              covid-19 quarantine...
                colossal mistake


The Fourth Floor of Nowhere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by craig cornish
Date written: 09/09/2020
Form: Haibun

Premium Member Love

What is love? Is it a mere 
feeling?
Or is it a choice? I think love
 is complex.
Can you love if you've 
never had it?
There are different types 
of love,
Love for your creator
Love for your  parents 
Love for yourself
Love for your siblings
Love for your spouse
Love for your kids
Love for your extended
family
Love for your friends
You  express your love 
to each one differently.
With that being said, 
if any one of those
mentioned hurt you,
would you stop loving 
them?
Of course not, there-
fore love is more
than a feeling it’s a 
choice.
Our relationships 
help us to be better
people.
Because we choose 
to love them despite 
their imperfections 
and flaws.
This works both ways, 
visa versa.
No one is perfect and
we can get on each 
other's nerves.
But we need to cut 
each other some slack 
and walk in compassion.
These relationships are 
practice and battleground
to help us love beyond
our family and friends.
If you can heal from 
being hurt by some of 
these relationships, You 
can most definitely weather 
storm in your endeavors
to build new relationships.
am I saying stay in an
toxic relationship?
No, I'm not.
I don't have to be 
near you to love you,
I can love you from
a distance.
Walking in love and
forgiveness is like
medicine to your
soul.
Love is so more 
much than a feeling,
If it was we
would most likely 
be alone.







Alexis Y.
11/22/2020
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Verse To My Unfaithful One

I knew I’ve written the worst verse ever
When my sweetheart found another girl
Then in there I’ve disclosed some secrets
Like body odor and his horrible foul breath.

Our first dating moments were disgusting
His kisses and ways of hugging
If hugged, a synthetic statue
I got an allergy from his kisses, too.

Transformed by my selfless love
Changed his bath soap from Tender Care to Dove
Set aside muti-toothpastes
Took an advice and went to see dentists.

A day I’ve found him with another girl
I roared like lion with vision's  swirl
Stepped backward, grabbed my pen and paper
And wrote a verse — the worst one in the universe, ever!

Emotions poured out profusely through my ink
Spilling his kind of love that disappeared in a wink
As madness bursts with tear-drops
I scribbled that worst verse about his secrets in all caps…

Your love is an absolute handicap
A waste of time…a piece of crap!
I’ll never hang myself with a rope
There’s a better man out there waiting, I’ll elope.

Last lines were my lessons learned, loud and clear:
Toxic relationship is one-way loving and giving care
We'll end up in depression then cry
And ask why love is a dove that’ll fly.
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.

Nobody Talks About This

Nobody talks about this.

Nobody talks about after you finally heal from a traumatizing relationship.

When you have taken the time to concentrate on yourself and you are finally in a place where you're done healing and you are ready to step out into the dating world again, it's nearly impossible to find someone because you see the red flags in everybody.

You see so many things you're not willing to compromise with because you actually trust your intuition. 

You can see when things are an issue with people, and you know you won't be able to get over it later on in that relationship.

So you don't allow your feelings to get in the way of logic and just cut it off before it even gets to that point.

Then you realize how many people aren't actually working on themselves and are just seeking a shallow connection. 

They aren't even looking to improve themselves as a partner in a relationship, and they think their perfectly fine the way they are.

So there's no room to grow into a relationship together because they are already set in their ways.

It's a little exhausting at times because you also feel lonely during all of this and that sadness can take a toll on you but you have to remember one thing .....

It's better to be single with high standards than in a relationship settling for less.
Form: Prose

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