Gaslighting

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My heart, Built like a gameboard- Open to all Multiple pieces, multiple players A roll of the dice, A deck of cards. You serve a strong poker face. Unpredictable moves,
young man, you owe me your innocence forget the dull waving of the wisteria vine.  you look at me,  animal, crying for the reason of man. 
Deja Vuvu, I'm alone and you're out doing you.  Only difference is that there are no tears being shed over the absence of you.  Heart numb from repeating the same things needed, but dismissed. 
Alright, sweetheart. What’s this about acting the victim, Again? Your dress is stained, my dear, And your hair a rat’s nest. 
you
you think i dont love you. i dont dont dont because im mean. you dont know that i do. i really do but i cant tell you. i already tried to love you but that didnt work. you told me i was only upset because of my stupid teenager brain.
you
you think i dont love you. i dont dont dont because im mean. you dont know that i do. i really do but i cant tell you. i already tried to love you but that didnt work. you told me i was only upset because of my stupid teenager brain.
The definition of fear is subjective but usually can be followed along simmilar lines Like a huge graph where everyone's lines cross with eachother through to infinity But not all fear is the same
You told me who I was,  Made me work just to belong. You told me what I thought, And then convinced me I was wrong.   You say “It never happened,”  Now I’m questioning my sanity.
I'm over your bullshit I'm over your lies, Your empty promises, Your crocodile cries. I refuse to coddle you any longer You wear me down Instead of make me stronger. You paralyze me, hypnotize me
I messed up this morning. I couldn't sleep last night and I missed my alarm I'm sorry, I was tossing and turning and laying there, so desperately, pitifully awake at 3 AM.
Like a ballet dance on blades,Your mind is a fickle thing. Relevé, going fully en pointeOn razorblades,Slice your sole to sorry shreds--So very fucking sorry. 
Baby, please, sunshine--darling;Gimme more of that light, little bit ofEnthusiastic beaming, sunrays I tore from your shy smile.I love making you think it was your idea. 
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