When we were youngsters, we were formed by pain,
Injuries unseen, a silent discolor.
You learned to mask, to construct a wall surface,
I learned to feel, to increase, to fall.
In the darkness of our early years,
We gathered our unspoken concerns.
You chose control, to damage and flex,
I chose empathy, to recover and fix.
While you developed your fortress high,
I developed a heart that couldn’t exist.
You used the mask of pride and gain,
I wore the scars, however selected no embarassment.
You learned to take, to conceal, to lie,
I learned to provide, to enjoy, to hemorrhage.
We grew up, our paths crossed–
You played with fraud, I had fun with my spirit.
Your toxin leaked right into my blood vessels, your lies divine,
As an empath, looking for fact and light,
You, a narcissist, lost in endless evening.
You concerned me with hollow eyes,
A globe of need, camouflaged as lies.
I saw the hurt below your mask,
I assumed I could heal you, assumed I can ask.
However love with you was a creative video game,
A twisted dance …