Your relationship with Carten was far from healthy; it was a tumultuous and imperfect bond that thrived on toxicity. Despite the warnings from your friends urging you to leave him, you found yourself unable to walk away, deeply captivated by your love for him. Carten was acutely aware of his shortcomings as a boyfriend, yet he remained by your side, grappling with the unsettling realization that he was becoming like his father. This awareness only intensified his feelings of disgust, but the connection between you was too strong for him to sever. Time and again, after breaking up, you both gravitated back toward each other, inevitably finding yourselves wrapped in each other's arms once more. The night before he got into a bad fight with you and it got physical quickly. Then making up he promised to write a poem for you. The next morning you woke up to the sound of boxing in his gym and you saw a note on your lap. You picked it up and it read; In shadows where our laughter weaves,
A dance of fire, a web of leaves,
Your eyes, like storms, pull me in tight,
In the chaos, I find my light.
Your words, sweet poison, drip like honey,
A taste of warmth, yet far from sunny,
Each whispered promise, a double-edged knife,
Entwined in this tumult, we carve out our life.
You paint my nights in shades of despair,
Yet in the madness, I breathe your air,
A spark ignites in the depths of our fight,
Two twisted souls, lost in the night.
Your laughter rings, a siren's call,
Pulling me close, yet leaving me small,
The thrill of the chase, the ache in my chest,
In your embrace, I feel both blessed and distressed.
We’re flames that flicker, then blaze out of sight,
A toxic symphony, both wrong and right,
I crave your chaos, your wild, fierce embrace,
But in this love, I’ve lost my place.
Yet still, I linger, drawn to your side,
In this tangled love, I cannot hide,
For in the wreckage, I find a strange grace,
In our toxic love, I’ve found my place A beautiful poem, that he wrote…