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Stranger

Our private bungalow

Leading to the private beach

On the Saronic Gulf

Turquoise water

The smell of pine trees

Chilled Champagne

No one else just us

Totally alone for five days

Mesmerised by the Sunio Sunset

The vibrancy of the Plaka

Danced to the early hours

Under the Island stars

Ate Moussaka and Baklava

We talked and talked

No phones

No net

Nothing, no one just us

We held hands

Like young lovers

We shared intimacies  

Never done before

I believed your words

Your intimacy

Your need for me

Your desire

Your love

And then

In the darkness

Of our room

A Stranger

And the struggle began

 

I gave you my love

You took that trust

You tore me apart

Filled my head with all your lies

Abused my passion

To suit what you wanted

My life rearranged

You manipulated how I saw myself

How I saw others

You played with my feelings

You abused my anxieties

Made it hard to be with anyone else

You took my faith in life

A Stranger in the room

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patricia-tsouros
Published
Sep 5, 2013
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