I can’t really say when,
I don’t really know why.
The intruder came in
like a cat through the backdoor
in a rainstorm —
sly, cunning,
armed with charms and other soft weapons,
seeking refuge and love
in a new home.
Not without hesitation,
we took the intruder in —
it looked harmless,
as though it could pose no threat in the world.
We gave it shelter,
and it promised love.
I made the mistake
of giving the intruder you.
As time went on,
I became a spectator
to my own life.
Things once familiar
became as useful to me
as shredded paper.
In just a few weeks,
a home I had spent years to build —
my own familiar space —
lay shattered,
broken into shambles.
Never did I think
I’d let an intruder live my life,
while I stood on the sidelines,
watching scenes unfold
from a third-person point of view.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
I can’t really say when,
I don’t really know why.
The intruder came in
like a cat through the backdoor
in a rainstorm —
sly, cunning,
armed with charms and other soft weapons,
seeking refuge and love
in a new home.
Not without hesitation,
we took the intruder in —
it looked harmless,
as though it could pose no threat in the world.
We gave it shelter,
and it promised love.
I made the mistake
of giving the intruder you.
As time went on,
I became a spectator
to my own life.
Things once familiar
became as useful to me
as shredded paper.
In just a few weeks,
a home I had spent years to build —
my own familiar space —
lay shattered,
broken into shambles.
Never did I think
I’d let an intruder live my life,
while I stood on the sidelines,
watching scenes unfold
from a third-person point of view.
how my life was taken from me
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