THE TRUTH

Struggle with thoughts of missing you

Struggle to remember that you were not real

 Your cover of darkness and lies burnished gold

Sweetest image belies the terror you hold

Patient   Drawing me into your hold 

To caress  then to grasp  then to break   my soul

I struggle with thoughts of missing you 

I must never forget

 That you only bring death

The Truth. I had a hard day. All the things that I thought were good, I had to fight to remind myself what it was truly about. He was good to me, to get me to soften, so he could break me down, and take control. The good times were not real for him. It was a way to open me up, to take all he could, and leave the remains.  

It's hard to grasp that there are people who purposely do this. I don't know if I'll ever be able to fully understand, but I'll somehow have to come to accept it.