The Light They Steal From You
Love bombing and toxic relationships
I hate that you’re happy
Your happiness bites me like a tooth to the cheek
It’s not that I’m jealous, although I am a little
But your happiness is a lie that you sell yourself
To protect you from the choices you make
I was your best mistake, and it scared you
But you ran back into the fire. Seeking the comfort of its burn
Now I suffer in the smoke of your flames
I know you pushed me away to save me
But you did not burn me. Our embers matched
I saw your light.
If anything, you saved me.
We could have survived together.
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I hope that you are free from the slow burn of lies that have followed you
You’ve suffered so much already
I hate that you chose him and not me
I emerged from the fire. I did not create it
Perhaps that is why I felt different
You told me you were afraid to get hurt
But continue to trust your heart with those unworthy
I hope this time it is different because I’d hate to watch you burn
Promise me you’ll jump if you need to
Please don’t give them the satisfaction. Some people love to watch your beauty burn.
They wish to control the warmth you give to the world
Small men will steal from you. Eager to wield your power
But they could never carry your torch
I’d hold you to the sky. Honoured to be the hand that supports you
I hate to watch them dim your light
And pray that you find your path, knowing that it’s not mine to take
And there lies my ache
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© Simon George 2024. All Rights Reserved.
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About the Creator
Simon George
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
IG: @AuthorSimonGeorge
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Congrats on Top Story! :)
I love this. 🌹
Very good
congratulations, good job
Congratulations on your top story.
Congrats on TS! A poignant piece about toxicity and the complexities of love.
This poem captures the ache of unrequited love and the longing for someone's happiness, even if it's not with you. It's beautifully written and deeply relatable.💕
U nailed toxic relationships with certain clarity
I meant To congratulate you on TS also 🎉
This is painful! Nice guys finish last? They like the bad boys? We all to learn that excitement burns. Well done! Hope you are okay.
Congratulations on Top Story! 🥳 Loved all of it but this line dropped my jaw: "Now I suffer in the smoke of your flames"
This poem uses an extended metaphor of fire to symbolize both passion and destruction. It illustrates the complexity of human relationships, where love can sometimes verge on obsession and the desire to protect the other can turn into control. It also highlights the difficulty of watching those we love suffer and letting go when they make decisions we consider harmful. This is a poignant reflection on the limits of the influence and support we can offer to those who are dear to us. Thank you for sharing.
Nice poem, Simon.
Beautiful, sad, and yet perfect.