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THE FOIL He hurt me The pain was bad So bad it was excruciating and left me wanting to return him the favor Even if it was at least a figment of all the pain he had caused this frail heart So I started to scheme I began to plot and I gave it a theme A theme of revenge I would reverse time, I planned I would take him back to 1983 Where I happened at the Russian Vostok Station I called subterfuge Asking her to be my refuge On this chivalry quest I welcomed him back into my home And did all that I had done when I had loved him Only this time I did even more With a burning desire his heart to freeze This surely my pain would ease I thought to myself After all, that’s what he had done to mine So I acted like all was fine Better than it had ever been I cooked him dinner A three course every time I never asked him for flowers or for a dime I wasn't fazed when he stayed out too late I just went about pretending to love him And with such pretense came my fate A fate once I came to understand I would love to hate Days turned into weeks And the weeks became months It was just a game of revenge Nothing was going to change my mind I was a vulture, out to scavenge Or so I presumed. As time passed, I didn’t have to make a conscious effort to pretend I was slowly becoming all I was pretending to be I gasped and fear gripped me at the realization I was a creature of habit Usain Bolt when it came to running in circles Here I was back to where it all began Back to doing that which had gotten this senseless heart broken With every intent to please The person whose carcass I had hoped on to feed I was “She-lock” I yearned for a pound of his flesh or maybe just a little more But I had failed like I did the time before I had become everything I was pretending to be I had repeatedly caught myself sabotaging this mission I waltz gleefully as I make his dinner I find myself deserted by sleep on those nights he came home late from work I had butterflies whenever I heard him call my name I had lost once again I, in desperate hope had fought another losing game I had fallen, fallen not just so hard but this time I had fallen in too deep How could I betray myself? How could I let him defeat me once again? I had fallen in love with him again And sadly this time around, he was also stupidly in love with me. All my plans have been trounced I never planned to surrender but I have been shackled by the chains of love, The only soft spot my heart has for his… #roadtorecovery #everythingipretendtobe #realrawandaimple #welearnasweteach #writingright #firesofr3d
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Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
The Challenge (Day 4)
THE FOIL He hurt me The pain was bad So bad it was excruciating and left me wanting to return him the favor Even if it was at least a figment of all the pain he had caused this frail heart So I started to scheme I began to plot and I gave it a theme A theme of revenge I would reverse time, I planned I would take him back to 1983 Where I happened at the Russian Vostok Station I called subterfuge Asking her to be my refuge On this chivalry quest I welcomed him back into my home And did all that I had done when I had loved him Only this time I did even more With a burning desire his heart to freeze This surely my pain would ease I thought to myself After all, that’s what he had done to mine So I acted like all was fine Better than it had ever been I cooked him dinner A three course every time I never asked him for flowers or for a dime I wasn't fazed when he stayed out too late I just went about pretending to love him And with such pretense came my fate A fate once I came to understand I would love to hate Days turned into weeks And the weeks became months It was just a game of revenge Nothing was going to change my mind I was a vulture, out to scavenge Or so I presumed. As time passed, I didn’t have to make a conscious effort to pretend I was slowly becoming all I was pretending to be I gasped and fear gripped me at the realization I was a creature of habit Usain Bolt when it came to running in circles Here I was back to where it all began Back to doing that which had gotten this senseless heart broken With every intent to please The person whose carcass I had hoped on to feed I was “She-lock” I yearned for a pound of his flesh or maybe just a little more But I had failed like I did the time before I had become everything I was pretending to be I had repeatedly caught myself sabotaging this mission I waltz gleefully as I make his dinner I find myself deserted by sleep on those nights he came home late from work I had butterflies whenever I heard him call my name I had lost once again I, in desperate hope had fought another losing game I had fallen, fallen not just so hard but this time I had fallen in too deep How could I betray myself? How could I let him defeat me once again? I had fallen in love with him again And sadly this time around, he was also stupidly in love with me. All my plans have been trounced I never planned to surrender but I have been shackled by the chains of love, The only soft spot my heart has for his… #roadtorecovery #everythingipretendtobe #realrawandaimple #welearnasweteach #writingright #firesofr3d
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Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
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