Toxic love is like a beautiful rose covered in thorns.
The tighter you try to hold onto it, the more it hurts you.
It cuts you deeper the longer you cling to it,
and the wounds don't just bleed — they start to fester
because you're holding on to something that keeps hurting you.
You don't realize how infected those wounds have become
until you finally let go.
Only then can you clean them out from the inside
and give yourself a real chance to heal.
I held on because I loved hard.
I held on because I believed in what it could've been.
But loving someone shouldn't feel like bleeding for them.
Letting go wasn't giving up.
It was choosing myself.
It was the moment the hurting stopped
and the healing finally began.
This is where that chapter ends.
This is where the bleeding stops.
This is where I finally get a chance
to bloom again.