she was me,
only at an oh so tender
23,
full of light
and vibrancy
dealing him cards
marked
cool,
he was her model father
only far less cruel,
making her feel
wanted and interesting,
making her feel
her heart could sing,
with bare minimum given,
he became addicting,
attachment locked on,
in a superficial fling,
he came with words,
promising a ring,
but his talk is cheap
my darling,
your youth is not,
and that’s what he bought,
do you realise how fast
you are aging?
dysfunction can often
feel like love
when you didn’t have examples
of truth above
and unless you seek,
you will never find,
as your true love ideals
fade to a construct of the mind,
sex is not love
and attention?
just the glove,
masking the withered hand
of a broken man
far too many years above
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Very true. So sad when the innocent is caught in a web of lies of a manipulator
"Dysfunction can often feel like love", I especially loved that line!
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