Her words were manipulative
They hold you at gunpoint,
Never letting go and forever
ruining you. She likes it.
She enjoys the suffering
of those she dislikes.
Her actions are like daggers,
They're sharp and pain you,
She walks like she owns
everything, including you.
And you will let her control you,
For she is stronger than you.
She dresses like a queen,
Not a queen of high-class,
A queen of power. She has
the capability to turn you
into nothing. Like you don't exist.
Not real, not there, disappeared into the mist.
RH
