I used to scintillate in his presence
I was captivated by the mystery in his ways
I was barely reluctant to be his
Until I was, or now that I am
The love he gave became lethal
Or at least the pretense existing
Of the untrue love that he portrayed…
I moved slowly to learn him, never fast
He fooled my heart, soul, and mind
In early moments, I saw myself as his lily
Later, I was just the bologna sandwich
One that he did not want or need to love
It was never real, fake affection
He knew not how to love
I lost the comfort of his words and ways
The glitter of his essence became faded
I opened my eyes.
I saw him.
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