I didn’t have to give my heart & I didn’t have to have any responsibilities;
nor did he.
I got doses of short, false, “love.”
Whenever he.. or he, wanted something serious; I rejected.
It was like a drug.
I could constantly get doses of, “love.”
Constant rushes of butterflies, acceptance, and being desired.
I felt loved when things got serious.
I’d cut it off.
I’m toxic from that.
I need to heal from that.