I was welcomed to your twisted fantasy
You throne me as your only Queen
Little did I know what was about to happen
I was going to be trapped in your isolated prison
You adored me for the things you love
For my body and my hour glass curves
You asked for diamonds
And left me with dimes
Why you are not accounted for your cruel crimes
I used to run to you with spark in my eyes
Wanted to show you what poetries I write
The poetries I wrote with you in my thoughts
Though you only cared for the things you love the most
I was just an enabler, enabling your dreams
You forgot I was a person holding-in the screams
I thought I could change you by helping you enough
But you never saw me as a diamond in the rough
I was nothing but a trophy-wife
You masked yourself, creeping from your disguise
You showed me to the world with so much pride
While I only knew what happens behind
You pretended to love me while you stole my show
It was not your twisted fantasy but a brutal joke.
- Author: Roohi (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 16th, 2022 13:32
- Comment from author about the poem: When you get what you have wished for after so long, those things or people do not remain as valuable as before, they just become an addition to the list of things they used to desire but now since they have it, they don't love it or want it like they used to before
- Category: Reflection
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