The enabler 

Woman to women

Just so you know

Supporting a monster

That would never let you go

It just sets you for failure 

Exposes your soul

You were worried he’d end it?

What about all those yet to go?

Dancing with the devil

Blinded by the bond

A contract that’s been written 

Where more will fall than one

Do you really want that end 

Written down your hands in blood?

Of all the many women

That thought they too were the one 

You fumbled on your words

Changing this way then that

To justify your reasons

Not realising the stat

You’d escaped many years

To save your own soul

Now you take it back for slaughter

And all those yet to go

You will be the one who 

Seals the deal

Of a little lambs fate

Can’t you see his tears aren’t real

They are mere battle ships 

In his wake

You told me once 

His death you’d elate

But now you’ve changed your views

Humoured him and

Harmed those at stake

Why do you wait?

Can’t you see your silliness?

Can’t you see your fate?

He’s not here to save his soul

He’s just here to take and take.

It won’t be until one falls

Finally the spell may break

But honey can’t you see this truth?

By then it will be too late.

Open arms 

Sometimes I wonder if he hated me only because I saw behind his mask. I saw the vulnerable sensitive parts of him and I was still OK with that. I loved those parts. I just wanted him to love them too.

He wanted me to fall in love only with his own delusions of what he wished he could be. He wanted fantasy over truth. But the truth was much more powerful and beautiful than any fantasy ever could be.

He was more than he believed, yet he could not allow himself out in the light for fear of being seen. What he didn’t realise was he was making himself less than, not more. I hope one day he finds his way home, into open arms.

Unrequited Love

When you love someone but they can’t meet you, or maybe you can’t meet them where they need to be met. It’s one of the most frustrating, heartbreaking & sad human experiences to be had. All the wonderful potential just stagnant and waiting idle, treading water and holding one’s breath. You just wish for a miracle and for things to be returned not just temporarily but consistently and without measure. But all that happens instead is maladaptive coping tactics that try to hide the shame and anxiety of not feeling enough, or the confusion of not knowing what to feel, a push and pull game occurs. Love can be such an elusive thing in an age where people only wish to share highlight reels. But love is no game, yet many are merely players.

I wish I might…

Just you and me and a bottle or two

Some Netflix films and before we knew.

There we were, you melting into me

and I into you.

Like gravity at triple force. Our touch

grew closer with no remorse. It was the

perfect moment, the perfect night. Like

nothing else mattered, just being held

tight. That night you changed

my life.

With electricity the sparks ignite, heart

now throbbing, is it fear or delight? I

couldn’t lose another but here’s my

plight. I still wish I may I wish I might. 

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