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A fictional poem about an unhealthy relationship. |
I've counted on tomorrow to ease the thought of you today wished for far too long your sadist ways would alleviate but tomorrows slip on by without the slightest of remorse for the way in which you left me, on an undesired course It seems as though you were creator, I your masterpiece with acts of manipulation, I became all that you pleased my mind was left to starve, while my heart beat intensely with a lack of intuition, my dependence grew immensely You dreamt up a little dream, and I was cast as it's star taking on roles that from whom I was seemed so far I recall your smug expression as I wept from loneliness having given up on friends as to not miss a single kiss The beginning wasn't all too long ago, not enough to forget your warm arms wrapped around me, porch lights dimly lit the first time I've felt safe, while delving into the unknown it was my way of coping, having grown up in a broken home It seems I've missed the lesson, as I'm still releasing tears theres nobody who'd willingly help me dissolve my fears I hadn't much before, and gained nothing since we've parted a single memory is enough to keeps my efforts thwarted I was young, and blinded by the only love I've ever received understanding your morbid ways should have left me relieved but instead I'm left cowering, stricken with such disbelief that a love so grandiose would ever be an achievable feat [Entirely fictional in this case, but a reality in some womens lives] |