Self-Destruction by Haadiya Aungraheeta

I fell in love with a prick; an asshole; a degenerate drunk.
I thought I was in love.
But no; this ain’t love.
Love isn’t toxic. Love does not make your heart bleed.
This is obsession; a fancy addiction.
You have become a drug; a substance that I am aware is hazardous but I keep drowning in it hoping someday it will get better.
I have destroyed myself by thinking of what could never be; always confusing love with hopeless infatuation.
You have ruined me. Completely.
It wasn’t love.
Love drives you crazy, but love doesn’t make you insane.
Love keeps you up all night either smiling at your phone or breaking the bed.
But love doesn’t make you an insomniac begging the brain to shut down.
I am obsessed with a prick; an asshole; a degenerate drunk.

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