Love and Influence.
I always thought I was the selfish lover. I claimed you as mine before you even called me 'friend'. You never bound yourself with words, but I always 'knew' you felt the same. And there you were, caressing me with your eyes and seducing me with your words and poisoning me with your lips. You told me staying alone was better for me; but was it really better for you? If only you fooled me out of green love; jealousy is the best courting to me. But no, you fooled me for nothing more than selfishness. You needed your puppet; you, my master, had to always have me dancing for you. So you pulled your best roses, sang in your sweetest voice, and kissed me like you'd never seen a woman before. How could I possibly resist?
Even worse, I convinced myself that you were right. That I was making the right choice. That I was doing this for me....but the heart knows what the brain ignores.
I left him for you! I waited for your love and affection or at least your attention, but instead of growing it dwindled. I was...no, I am...alone, unloved, and yours in servitude.
Keeping me under your thumb by keeping me single; you are the tower and I am Rapunzel...and also the key, because I could always leave but we both know I never would.
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So I finally made a live journal. I really hope to stick with it; writing your emotions really is therapeutic. But I'm a huge procrastinator. Either way. Read it, don't read it. I'll try to keep it as raw as possible. Hopefully it'll stay as short and sweet as this post (yes it is short and sweet for me). Enjoy.
Even worse, I convinced myself that you were right. That I was making the right choice. That I was doing this for me....but the heart knows what the brain ignores.
I left him for you! I waited for your love and affection or at least your attention, but instead of growing it dwindled. I was...no, I am...alone, unloved, and yours in servitude.
Keeping me under your thumb by keeping me single; you are the tower and I am Rapunzel...and also the key, because I could always leave but we both know I never would.
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So I finally made a live journal. I really hope to stick with it; writing your emotions really is therapeutic. But I'm a huge procrastinator. Either way. Read it, don't read it. I'll try to keep it as raw as possible. Hopefully it'll stay as short and sweet as this post (yes it is short and sweet for me). Enjoy.