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tapiokauwu · 25 days

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text me

please, don't leave me

use me, do whatever you want

but don't leave me alone

don't throw me away

#jirai kei #jirai onna #landmine girl #地雷系 #jiraiblogging #please love me #bpd fp #actually bpd #actually borderline #borderline favorite person #fear of abandonment #love addiction

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daughterofanarcissistwoman · 10 months

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#inner child healing #reparenting #limerance #love addiction #people pleasing #fawning #mind games #future faking #breadcrumbing

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crucified-cam · 3 months

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“you might say im addicted to love!”

#coquette #the love witch #lana del rey #femcel #love addiction #girlhood #lover #valentines day #girlblog #the love witch 2016

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marimeiastories · 5 months

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You got me addicted to you

like addiction to Malboros Red

And now everyone else

tastes less

#mental health #addiction #mental health blog #writeblr #writerscorner #short poem #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poetry #love addiction #relationships #poems and poetry #original poem #poem #writing community

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lycheeteeni · 7 days

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Love's Torment

Falling in love, a serpent's whispered guise,

A siren's call, beneath beguiling skies.

It tempts with promise, sugared and neat,

Yet leaves us yearning, incomplete.

The elixir of love, a soothing balm,

A fleeting escape from life's relentless qualm.

Yet like a double-edged sword, it cuts so deep,

Winding through wounds, hindering sleep's keep.

But withdrawal, a tempest, breaks the charade,

Tearing us asunder, heartstrings frayed.

Its tendrils grasp, a relentless throng,

A haunting reminder of love's sweet song.

We turn to vices, to numb the pain,

To silence echoes of love's refrain.

I defy sobriety, cling to the lie,

Preferring delusion, to truth's harsh cry.

Love, a drug, both sweet and stern,

Leaves us adrift, in anguish to churn.

When will respite come? I ask, aghast,

Clutching remnants of love that's past.

JI

04-17-24

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passionsuggestions · 1 year

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I'm constantly getting cut on the precipice of your cutthroat glare

I still desire it, like a teenager craves a pencil sharpener

Like my wandering soaked up heart still sits with you

The only area we connect is anger

Every 3-5 business days or months I'm here

Sitting on a metaphorical doorstep drooling over a memory of you

A memory that maybe I constructed

A distant phone rings, and when I pick it up it's your voice, cold with hatred

The mailbox shoots a million poloroids at me, each a snapshot of your stabbing eyes on Broadway st.

The last time I saw you I felt my blood like permafrost

90 degree heat does nothing to quench me

I am insatiable, putrid, disgusting to you

Your anger has become mine

There's a reason I tried so hard to memorialize you before you left

If one loving touch was enough to last a lifetime, I wouldn't fucking be here

So much of your love is shards

Each one with a glint of a charming grin, a memory of safety as you held me

Perhaps they're a mirror, like our suns and moons, reflecting me, reflecting you

Maybe that's why they call it disorganized attachment

Because I can't fucking pick them up

Everyone else on the planet is just fine

They aren't moving, they aren't seeing

I'm pushing so hard at the crust of the universe to go back in time

I never will

Instead I'm memorializing anger

Instead I'm forgetting you, except in some dreams where you love me

My lungs burn for you

And for the lack of air you once gave me

There's no cut, drug, or drink that would quite touch me like you do

Nor a 12 step program for firework kisses

Or rehab for losing hours in your company

Slate eyes, twin flame, open fire

You are everything and nothing to me

A well-intentioned flame cannot lick away a fire that burns brighter

The more I try, the more you are there

The more you are there, the more I yearn

The more I burn and cut and bruise and wail

Anger is consuming me, and so are you

-E 2022

#poetry #poem #slam poetry #slam poem #spoken word #breakup #heartbreak #love #anger #suggestion #intense #passion #love addiction #insecure attachment

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seashellsand · 4 months

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In the midst of life's relentless chaos, there comes a moment when the allure of tranquility becomes irresistible. One day, I envision myself disappearing from the cacophony that surrounds me. In this envisioned retreat from chaos, the solitude I seek is not absolute, for in the quietude, the only company I yearn for is that of my partner. Together, we navigate the journey towards peace, hand in hand, finding solace in each other's presence. In the embrace of tranquility, our connection deepens, and the symphony of our shared moments becomes the soundtrack to this escape. It is not just a personal quest but a shared odyssey towards a serene existence, where the bond with my partner is the anchor in the sea of calm we hope to navigate.

#writing #quotes #music #academia #affection #light acadamia aesthetic #love quote life quotes #self improvement #books & libraries #maturity #dark acamedia #love addiction #i love her #addiction

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crisishauntline · 4 months

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I want love that doesn’t feel like drowning.

I want delight. I want freedom, self-discovery, and adventure. I want mutual tenderness and respect for boundaries. I want to be safe when in private and supported when showing my best self to the world. I want to share the spotlight with someone. I want to be asked the kinds of questions that I ask others. I want to trust and be trusted, forgive and be forgiven. I want wonder and mystery and the bravest, most intimate kind of honesty.

I want so much more than to be needed. I want more than to be loved, even. I want a whole, healed life and a love to go with it.

#personal #love life #codependent #codependency #relationships #love addiction #breakup #heartbreak #people pleasing

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brokenangelbook · 1 year

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#short poem #love poem #spilled poem #poems and poetry #poemsociety #ten word poem #poems on tumblr #depressing poem #my poem #original poem #recovery #recovering addict #wedorecover #anger #love addiction #sex addiction #codependency

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jtangc · 1 year

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#シャニマス5th_day2 #love addiction #大崎甜花 #tenka osaki #シャニマス #shinymas

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tapiokauwu · 2 months

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I always need love, I really want to be loved so much that when someone is kind to me and treats me nicely for 2 minutes, I feel like I'm suffocating.

It's like a poison, like a drvg, something I need and can't live without, but at the same time it hurts as hell, but I need it more and more...

It's painful, but please keep making me swallow this poison even if I become insane.

#love addiction #jirai kei #jirai onna #landmine girl #地雷系 #jiraiblogging #tw self destructive thoughts #tw self destructive behavior

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affectiondeficitdisorder · 5 months

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Pretty Boys Are Poisonous: Megan Fox Gets It Right

It would be easy to poke fun at actress Megan Fox, who has recently identified as a love addict and written a book of poetry being sad about it. You, Megan? You just noticed that you’ve bent and distorted yourself for a lifetime to get the sexual attention of men? That your career is built on your ability to give teenage boys boners? You just noticed this? Do you own a mirror?

But I won’t poke fun at her. Because I was pretty much the same. I was just working with cruder clay.

“There’s never a point in my life where I loved my body. Never ever,” said the objectively gorgeous actress. “I don’t ever see myself the way other people see me.” Can you relate? We who call ourselves love addicts know that it takes someone else to tell us how we look, for us to know how we look. Someone else has to affirm that you are hot, and desirable, and lovable. And this is scary, because they can withdraw that affirmation at any point. And then you’re fucked.

“The journey of loving myself is going to be never-ending, I think,” says Fox. I’m on the same journey. Just because someone is beautiful or famous or rich or talented doesn’t make them immune to low self-esteem, otherwise all those pricey rehabs in Malibu would be empty and, trust me, they are not.

Megan has a poem called “a beautiful boy is a deadly drug.” I have a Post-It note on my bathroom mirror that reads: “He is a 6’3” pile of cocaine. Walk away.” She’ll make more money from her poem than I will from my Post-It note, but we both made the same discovery.

I’m not going to comment on Fox’s very public, very stormy relationship with actor/musician Machine Gun Kelly (as I write this, they are engaged… and he’s 6’4”, by the way) other than to post his picture and note that sex and love addicts do end up in relationships with other sex and love addicts. We can find one another in the dark, blindfolded. It think it’s the pheromones…. or the neediness. But, of course, we are not reliable relationship material because of that whole terrified of losing the constant affirmation thing.

So why am I giving Megan Fox publicity she doesn’t need, other than as an excuse to post sexy photos? Because I need to be reminded — and maybe you do, too — that what the disease tells me is a lie. The little Tasmanian devil that sits on my shoulder (that is my personification of the disease of addiction) and tells me if only I looked like her I would be okay… that Tasmanian devil is lying. When Taz croaks that if only I had him I would be okay… also lying. That if only I was richer or younger or taller or blonder or… anything other than, better than, me, I would finally be okay. Lying.

Because Megan Fox looks like Megan Fox, and she’s still a love addict. And it still hurts.

#love addiction #romance #relationships #megan fox #machine gun kelly #colson baker

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starryvomit · 1 month

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daidust · 1 month

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#mentally fucked #obsessive love #yandere #love #meme #yancore #abandoment issues #love addiction

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goldenpoet1 · 2 years

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Our Happy Place

I've felt happiness in a soft feeling of warmth of tissue. I'm deep in her like a great conversation. My soul gives her admiration each stroke with passion, a graphic story of river falls. Her legs shiver, I gaze into her eyes, and it glistens, I listen to her passion. Smiles in the mirror of our reflection. Climax! Oh yes, progression. My sword becomes a submerged Submarine thick deep into her ocean. Orgasmic Orgasms! Lusting sweet love passion legs up hot Fashion. Her nails in my back sounds grasping. I eat from the forbidden fruit, licking, sucking, rubbing, vibrating tongue of sensation. Lips on lips, connection elaboration of ejaculation, caused a lava bursting sensation. True sexual inspirationoh temptation.

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lycheeteeni · 14 days

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Fortress of the Mind

Into the labyrinth of the mind, I wander astray,

Captured by the night, lost amidst disarray.

In the fortress of doubt, tightly bound,

By chains of past, forever wound.

I dwell in the realm of shattered dreams,

Beneath the crowd of silent screams.

Trapped in a vault of hidden fears,

I drown in a sea of unshed tears.

Through the maze of shadows, I navigate,

Seeking escape from this desolate fate.

Yet every turn, every futile endeavor,

Leads back to the same heartrending fever.

Like a moth drawn to the flame's cruel light,

Ensnared in a relentless fight, day and night.

Past demons linger, scars persist,

A dance with shadows, a pact with pain.

In this realm of noise, where reapers abide,

Who can heed the cries of a leper inside?

From beyond walls of iron and steel,

I bear burdens heavy, I cannot reveal.

But amidst the darkness, a glimmer bright,

A beacon of hope in the darkest night.

A whispered promise, a guiding hand,

Leads me from this barren land.

Hearing my plea, to my cave you strayed,

Shadows slayed, my fears you allayed.

Freed from shackles, I could not see,

I rise from depths of agony, finally free.

JI

04-12-24

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