I am not here to tell you he was special,
Frankly, he was the sinner of all my sins,
Feeling the need to put cushions under my feet,
Treating me like I had ‘fragile handle with care’ inked on my skin.
And I didn’t object, I fell in this sort of haze,
It was addicting, depending on someone to care for you,
I got so used to this idea, used to being a part of this maze,
Settled in his delusional beliefs, caged in our man made ‘in between.’
We fed on uncertainty and breathed hopes of a better future,
Alas, if only I had known better,
I would go back in time to remind myself that what you see is what you get,
That no amount of love can change a person.
That honey, you’re no Belle and he was no Beast.
Life isn’t a fairy tale with happy ending,
It is stitched bruises and hearts greased,
Today’s yes and tomorrow’s maybes, all coliding.
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And until next time….