Embroiled in these circumstances
Through my own lack of foresight
Clinging to false hope
Built on a pipe dream
Loving you felt intensely authentic yet surreal
Believing you felt the same
You reeled me in
Emotional blackmail
A keen little fish, diving straight in
Gobsmacked....
You snatched me up
Swiftly into your brilliant snare
Wrapped me in cotton wool
And trapped me behind an invisible barrier
Blinded by wishful thinking
Vividly and stunningly adorned
Sucker, fool -
That's me ... that's me
After you cook and debone this small fish
You draped me in hope
You left me to drown
You left me fighting for every breath
Beached,
As you walked away with unshakeable resolve
With no goodbye
Like a phantom, you came unannounced
and faded into nothingness
A bitter gale trailing behind you
Washed up on the sand,
Still stained with absolute faith
While you seek another
harmless creature of the deep
Sucker, fool....
That's me that's me
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Author:
Cassie Hays (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A most poetic admission of being taken. Well written
Cassie, I connect with the ache in this. Sometimes the hardest part is not just losing the person, but questioning your own judgment afterward and wondering how you missed what was happening. This lands hard, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for taking the time to read my work. It's greatly appreciated
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