You're delusional
You don't even know
You don't know me

You say you love me and I feel it
Becoming so confused and hurt
when you mistook my actions......

couldn't see my heart

.....or you refused.

Dimly, suddenly I realize
that the parts
you love so much are the qualities
and persona I have had to adapt
to stop the arguments....the pain
and constant constant blame.

No
I wasn't aware at first it was to
please you
you are a master manipulator
and you finally confessed you knew
a while ago,
that I'd do anything for you.
You knew before I knew.

Like the self-serving, egotistical, twisted
person I have discovered you to be,
you saw my love and slowly started to
mold me,
contort me to meet your needs.

And like the self-hating, twisted, narcissist
I am, once I noticed the sick dark places
you were taking me,
it was already too late.
You preyed on the weakness you
saw in me, and made me like the
fall from grace I now was an active part
of contributing to.

I'm only a fragile paper-thin
watered-down version of the me
I started to be
before you made me crazy.

I hate that I loved letting you.