He threw a bone to me,
He knew exactly what I needed,
I stayed closed to him,
Even when he was draining the little life left of me.
I stayed because he always knew how to keep me on the leash.
I remember when I first poured myself to him,
I had always been sure that I don't let anyone in, but with him it was different.
It was in the wee hours of the morning, sleep lost in the darkness, I found comfort in him
He stayed up with me talking about everything and anything.
He payed close attention to everything, made me smile though we where miles apart.
What was a once of mistake became a routine, I looked forward to the late night chats like the bridegroom looks forward to the bride on the wedding day.
I was addicted to him but I had no idea.
Slowly I believe, I was stupidly falling for him, but he was never going to catch me, and I had no idea of anything.
Even though I was failing to love me, I thought from all those sweet words he said, deep down he loved me.
I thought I was worthy of love at last.
I gave him my all but soon after it's like I never existed,
Those late night talks became nothing but a memory of a happier time
As time passed I wanted to walk away but the invisible pull he had on me kept me coming back to him, occasionally he threw me scraps to keep me occupied and I gracefully took them
Fear of being alone,
Fear of being unloved again
Kept me at his feet, under his Mercy.
He knew the power he had over me, I just never knew that I gave it to him.
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Finding My Voice
Puisi🦄 Art is subjective. I love writing, reading and sharing. My biggest regret would be me not sharing. I write for my sake and no one else. I hope you enjoy this collection and if not, I hope you find something you like somewhere else, but don't f...
