I'm still in denial,
Stuck in your web of lies.
What's real and what's not?
Did you love me,
Or was that just another one of your lies too?
What made you stick around for as long as you did?
The money, the attention, or was it just the status I gave you?
The power.
The power,
Which you abused.
You abused me too.
Now I feel objectified,
Useless and patronised.
Why did you have to spin me in your web of lies?
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
