Bondage

How do I believe that or whole relationship was fake?

An act to get close to me, never give, only take.

I’ve done the research, such much sounds shockingly familiar.

Words described you to a tee, seems clear, yet unclear.

I hold on to the hope that somehow all this can’t be true.

How do I get over the love that I have for you?

Love running so deep as if you have imprinted on me.

Maybe you cast a spell on me, poisoned me with your seeds, cursed me.

Eyes wide open or sealed closed, you are all I see.

I give in to the urge and call, text, send voice clips, mini videos, something every night.

Only a matter of time until the next useless fight.

I want to be done with you, but I’ve never been a quitter.

Still in disbelief that I have stayed this course even after I’ve been belittled.

Ending this bond would surely leave me bitter and broken.

Any relationship after this will suffer from not being as trusting as I have been.

I have faith that the bond between us will help us get tuned up and tuned in to the best of us.

Working together can heal the cracks and fortify the foundation of love and trust.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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