No knight in shining armor.
How naive.
To believe someone could be,
all that they seem.
Such a beautifully stitched fantasy for me to believe.
Why do we lie to our daughters about “the man of your dreams”.
No soul mate for me to dream up and seek.
Such fairy tales are not meant for the heart of the meek.
To spend a lifetime believing in a falsehood so bleak;
Is to craft for yourself the very havoc you’ll wreak.
So step out of that innocence you once held so dear,
and realize that love may be an action to fear.
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Delusions of Love
PoetryA very short poem about waking up to the delusions of love that we women feed ourselves.