Small victories
Appear to be
When she takes control of me,
And she makes my body emptyShe covers my eyes,
Seals them with lies,
Takes over my life
And before I realise,I'm completely hers, but she is
Not mine, and I don't know if this
Will help me at all but my minds in a fizz
And the feeling I can't escape isSomething she so easily brings on
Me, it's something she'll never take from
Me, yet I feel as though she's running a con
Because everything that once was mine is now all gone,
She took it all and left me with nothing and no one
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.