Poems from the other side

Manipulator

Maybe it's looks that he's after,
He sees mine and steals my heart but manipulates my mind.
They say that it's freedom that he craves and his stone cold heart is after mine. But no I'm going to keep a wide eye and look after this treasure chest of mine. He sees a weakness and seals in the void, making my knees weak and no choice but to fall. He raises my chin up high, about to steal a kiss about to break my will. Because now I'm blind, I walk this fragile life. He poisoned my river filling my veins up with his dirty lies. He stole my freedom and it was my heart he craved. Because I was his, he stole my pride.
Because he was mine, I'm empty inside.
Now I'm blind.. I'm Eternally empty inside..