He makes you feel so good about yourself,
like you finally have someone who cares,
who will be there,
there for you alone,
and when the time comes,
when it all becomes too real,
he slips out,
leaving doubt and betrayal.
A trail of deceit.
The reality is too much for him to take,
hearts will break for him,
too many hearts.
And I cannot stand by
and watch you become one of those,
he chose you,
because he is a product of lies,
and you’re the pretty flower,
that he has grown to despise.
I found this in my notes on my iPod, started but unfinished 529 days ago. That’s about a year and a half, not sure what direction I initially wanted to take it but I wanted to at least finish it, a combination of 2 styles, me now and me 18 months ago.
I think Predator of Love and One Night Stand would be good poems to look at if you’re curious and want to read more that are like this. As always, this isn’t one that I would rank alongside my best but I hope it at least provokes some thoughts 🙂