it wasn't that you loved me,
you loved the control,
how easy it was for you to manipulate me,
to gaslight me,
to make me eat any words i said against you,
to make me swallow my tongue whenever i had doubts,
how dare you.
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Wildflowers
Poetry"men have a nerve to play with a woman's heart, to convince her she is not beautiful the second he doesn't get his way, to convince her she is nothing to him, whilst her eyes are flooded with potential, and his are deep and empty, void." A poetry co...
