Life Beneath The Words At Play

Love him either way ⚠️

He might only want one thing.

Power.

He'll discreetly push you away as he puts you in danger.

He'll rescue from the tower where he locked you up.

Give you everything you could ever want.

Love, for him. His devotion to conquer you. He's willing to do anything only as long as you say you love him, that is.

He might not always return the things you give away, but he'll let you see the true him.

The monster below the skin he wears.

The man under the layers of lies slowly peeled away.

His hideous personality makes him unwanted. Don't push him away.
It's too late.

He's got nails as sharp as pinning needles. He uses them to grip on people's neck. He sucks out their guts and vomits out their heart.

Soon, he'll starve. You have to feed him. Otherwise, he'll die, and it'll be your fault.

You don't want to be like him. You don't want to live with the thought of blood staining your pristine clean hands. Sin has yet to kiss your pale virgin skin.

Let him feast upon your innocence. Let him rejuvenate from the light you bring.

Don't worry.
He'll leave you half of what he doesn't eat. His appetite only reaches so far. That's if you are enough to satisfy all his hunger.

Be careful if he becomes a little greedy. A light slap on his hand should suffice. He'll retreat back and let you go. He doesn't always know when to stop.

But that's alright.
That's just how he is. That's just how he was raised to be.

It's not his fault.
It never is.

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Poem about the normalization of misogynistic handling of certain crimes and the punishment or lack there of to the abuser. Maybe you see a different interpretation, so comment if you see a different meaning. I can also imagine a woman in a new relationship having a conversation with the man's mother, and she's defending his actions even if she knows their wrong. Maybe I'm thinking too deep into it, but maybe not.