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deceit
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his words flowed like the calm waves of a river. and he could keep me attentive for hours. his long blonde hair, which he swore was brown was gratifying to my eyes. his captivating smile which i fell in love with so quickly was like no other he learned me. learned what i loved, what i hated. it was seemingly effortless. our relationship was a summer day tranquil and joyous. i had become immersed in every part of him. and him, me. until the river became intense. those once calm waves turned violent. he began to manipulate every ounce of my being because he learned me. our relationship turned rigid. i was then merely an item, used for his own pleasure. i knew if i had objected to the treatment, he’d leave forever. i had not yet lost hope, but i should have. i should have. i should have saved myself, released myself from his grip, despite the pain because little did i know that pain would’ve been exceptional, compared to the numbness and loss of self i would soon endure. before i knew it, his words that flowed like the waves that beautiful blonde hair, which he swore was brown and his captivating smile, which i fell in love with so quickly, too quickly. It all became memories. of a person who became a stranger. and a relationship that became insufferable.
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poem
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anxious
amused
awake
mad
sleepy
peaceful
drunk
melancholy
