What lured me to him was the fact that he knew trauma and he knew how to discuss it.
He cared, he listened and he put input. I wanted that.
An emotional connection. And I found it.
But I was just the lamb he was toying with. I was dancing around for him. I was his pretty little dancer. Amusing him. Until he got bored. Then he grabbed me by the throat and choked the life out of me...
YOU ARE READING
Yellow Flowers
ПоэзияThis is the story of both the rotten parts of life and the growth that results from the wisdom gained from adversity and pain. You are holding my heart, soul, and life in your hands. Treat it kindly and gain from its lines whatever you seek; comfort...
