Toxic

I kept asking myself why I kept going back to you, kept wanting you and kept longing to be with you. I couldn't get it answered. You drove me crazy with rage. Somehow I knew that we are not compatible, but that didn't stop me from wanting you closer by my side. Your presence seem to mean something uncomprehensive to me, even our arguments seem to mean something to me. I knew that I couldn't let go, not yet. There must've been something my soul was searching in you - was it love - nah I believed that you were incapable of loving someone else other than yourself, but that didn't stop me either. I did foresee pain, betrayal and deceit. It scared me, though I went back to you again and again, needing, wanting, longing. Somehow hoping that you'd heal me. You who broke me, to give me some sort of validation and take away the wounds that you caused. But I was wrong. No healing could ever come from you. I had to find my healing myself.