An open door/I still reminisce that time

Years and years and years of narcissistic abuse

Hooked

To all kinds of sex antidote

To all the malice of this life

Showering with gifts

Love bombing

Making a good boy face

To get food from a higher table

Fake, fake, fake

This is what you became in the end

Your kisses weren’t sincere

Enclosed in your pocket

Your wallet was always full

The reverse of your empty heart

I tried to compromise

These notions unaware

That you moulded me there

In your spitting image

And according to your desires

I could follow you all the way to the point

When you showed

Your real feathers

And my head was screaming:

“Get out of here!

And find a better one!”

So that’s what I did

Burning a few bridges in-between

After all, you were still unconscious

Of your scrutinised actions

Or perhaps you didn’t want to disclose them thoroughly?

Knowing how it will affect you

That you could lose face

In the name of not being in love

Despite stating otherwise

Oh, well, what does it matter now?

I used you as much as you used me

I wouldn’t be here without you

But our time together had to come to an end

Without it, there would be no new chapter emerging

Right outside my door

Do you mind if I keep them open

To new options still available to me?

Unfortunately, this time without you, my dear

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September 2022

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