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Toxic
His touch was my drug.
His embrace was my high.
His voice was the chase.

The way he loved me at the beginning.
The way he looked at me.
The way he wanted to learn me.
He wanted to learn my love language.

The look of hunger.
Cravement.
The look that gave you the feeling of wanted.
Admired.

He found you broke.
Situations caused more trauma than satisfaction.
At one point,
Your secrets had never whispered away from you.

Until,
That dang elephant came into town.

Vulnerable, but just needing love.
That look of hunger creeped upon his face.
You both were hooked.

Not physically, but connected in some way.

You as stubborn as a bull,
Pushed him away until the day,
you no longer could.

He saw something in you.
He swore you were special, different.
Your imagination feeding you a fairytale,
false hope, and a broken heart.

You refused to quit on him like everyone.
You refused to be the next quitter on his list.
You refused to just walk away.

His attention?
That was the drug you craved.
The drug that consumed the...