Toxic Love Poem by Skylark Woodrow

You say that what I really want,
What I really seek is.....love,
And truthfully it is.
The only problem is that it isn't your love that I seek,
Nor really any form of love I've ever known.
For you see, I've experienced "love" as you call it and have barely survived.

Your incessant touching repulses me;
For I know you do it out of your own need.
You hug and kiss me,
Draining my spirit to replenish your own.
I am nothing but a doll to you,
A plaything.
And no matter what I say,
No matter what I do,
You don't stop,
You don't listen,
All you do is blame me for not fulfilling your needs.

You call me mean,
Cruel,
Tell me that I can be nice.....loving when I want to be.
So I retreat into myself,
Put on a mask,
And try to continue preforming this charade.

I don't know what else to do.
You of all people were supposed to love me well,
Protect me,
And support me;
But all you've done for as long as I can remember is feed me your poisons.
You lie to me that this is how it's supposed to be,
That this is fine,
Normal;
But I know it's not.
The only question left is, how long can I survive this toxic love?

(2017.7.2)