Let us imagine-
For a moment.
That he doesn’t love you at all.
That his mind is filled with greater things;
And that someday he will cease
to answer your every beck and call.
Let us suppose-
For a moment.
That it has all been a game.
And that your emotions are ludicrous;
they leave you vulnerable,
And serve only to entertain.
He calls himself a God,
And yet suffers from terribly insecurity.
This arrogance is not attractive, but you brush it off,
And try to comfort him Reassuringly.
But you do so for naught;
For perhaps he doesn’t much care.
Because he knows that he can control you
And that the love is not shared.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
Let us imagine-
For a moment.
That he doesn’t love you at all.
That his mind is filled with greater things;
And that someday he will cease
to answer your every beck and call.
Let us suppose-
For a moment.
That it has all been a game.
And that your emotions are ludicrous;
they leave you vulnerable,
And serve only to entertain.
He calls himself a God,
And yet suffers from terribly insecurity.
This arrogance is not attractive, but you brush it off,
And try to comfort him Reassuringly.
But you do so for naught;
For perhaps he doesn’t much care.
Because he knows that he can control you
And that the love is not shared.
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