🌑 “I Didn’t Notice the Bite Marks at First — Because They Weren’t on My Skin”..
The love that drained me
never left visible scars.
No bruises.
No wounds.
No fingerprints.
Just emptiness—
quiet, subtle, creeping emptiness
that grew inside me
like something feeding where I couldn’t see.
I didn’t realize it then,
but the love I was giving
wasn’t being returned—
It was being consumed.
And I was confusing intimacy
with extraction.
Affection
with feeding.
Love
with hunger.
🌫️ They Didn’t Hurt Me Loudly — They Hurt Me Softly
Some people don’t destroy you violently.
They drain you slowly.
Little by little.
Piece by piece.
Emotion by emotion.
They don’t take everything at once.
They take enough
to keep you weak,
dependent,
attached.
They take enough
to make you mistake survival
for passion.
It wasn’t love that weakened me—
it was the slow erosion
of everything I was giving
to someone who only knew how to take.
🩶 Falling for Them Felt Beautiful — Until I Realized What It Cost
At first,
their presence felt intoxicating.
Their attention felt addictive.
Their touch felt electric.
Their words felt enchanting.
Like they had some supernatural pull
I couldn’t resist.
Like gravity bent around them.
Like the room darkened and softened
every time they came close.
I thought it was love.
But now I understand:
It was possession.
Not of my body—
but of my soul.
The kind of connection
that leaves you a little more hollow
each time you return to it.
🦇 They Didn’t Love Me — They Fed On Me
They fed on:
✨ my softness
✨ my hope
✨ my patience
✨ my devotion
✨ my time
✨ my forgiveness
✨ my constant giving
✨ my emotional labor
Not intentionally.
Not maliciously.
Just instinctively.
Like a vampire who can’t survive
without the warmth of someone else’s blood—
They couldn’t survive
without the warmth of my effort.
And I kept offering
because I thought that was love.
🌒 The First Sign Was the Exhaustion I Carried Like A Second Skin
I wasn’t sleeping.
I wasn’t resting.
I wasn’t myself.
I didn’t feel alive around them—
I felt drained.
They left me dehydrated
not physically,
but emotionally.
I gave more than I had
and they took more than they should.
Every day,
I felt a little less like myself
and a little more like a ghost.
Their ghost.
🥀 The “Kiss” Wasn’t Romantic — It Was a Slow Extraction of My Light
You know that story
people tell about vampires—
How the bite feels intoxicating
right before it kills you?
That’s what being loved by them was like.
Their affection hit hard—
sweet, addictive, irresistible.
But afterward,
I always felt empty.
Always felt drained.
Always felt like something inside me
was gone.
They weren’t taking my heart.
They were taking my energy.
My warmth.
My fire.
My clarity.
They weren’t kissing me—
they were extracting me.
🌘 Love Isn’t Supposed to Feel Like Losing Lifeforce
Love shouldn’t make you weaker.
Love shouldn’t dim your light.
Love shouldn’t leave you exhausted.
Love shouldn’t drain you dry
and then make you apologize
for being empty.
Real love fills.
Real love uplifts.
Real love energizes.
What I felt wasn’t love.
It was consumption.
🌑 The Day I Walked Away, I Felt My Soul Return to Me
The moment I left them,
I felt something I hadn’t felt in months:
Myself.
My voice.
My strength.
My warmth.
My clarity.
My energy.
It all came back
like blood rushing into numb limbs.
That’s when I understood:
They weren’t my soulmate.
They were a mirror
of everything I still needed to heal.
And I wasn’t their lover.
I was their supply.
🌕 The Real Plot Twist? I Wasn’t Drained Because I Was Weak — I Was Drained Because I Was Powerful
People only drain those with energy.
With light.
With warmth.
With compassion.
With depth.
They took from me
because I had so much to give.
Now I protect that energy
like something sacred.
Because it is.
And now I know the difference
between love that feeds me
and love that feeds on me.
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