Was it a poetic reflection?
Was it projection?
No;
it was mental protection—
Going internal—sharing my
journaled thoughts and
calling them poems—
they’re really just words,
describing emotions,
looking for homes.
As I dissect your
diatribe, hiding
behind each inflection—
we called it love when, really,
it was an infection.
Spread from one soul
to another: a fire
that no dumpster
could contain.
The potency of
limerence—I simply
could not refrain.
Your taste so sweet,
your scent so pleasant,
reeking of love—
until your poison began
seeping, giving vacuity
a shove.
Discretion was a
misdirection,
the same way
fidelity fled your
awareness—
but I’m the one who
trusted you—
in all fairness…
So lay your blame
on my chest,
in the very place
your head used
to rest…
Our love, now like
sleeping dogs—
burning on the pyre
and smoldering to
ash—until there’s
nothing left but
fragments of lies,
like cracks in the
burnt white logs…
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 12:25 AM UTC
Was it a poetic reflection?
Was it projection?
No;
it was mental protection—
Going internal—sharing my
journaled thoughts and
calling them poems—
they’re really just words,
describing emotions,
looking for homes.
As I dissect your
diatribe, hiding
behind each inflection—
we called it love when, really,
it was an infection.
Spread from one soul
to another: a fire
that no dumpster
could contain.
The potency of
limerence—I simply
could not refrain.
Your taste so sweet,
your scent so pleasant,
reeking of love—
until your poison began
seeping, giving vacuity
a shove.
Discretion was a
misdirection,
the same way
fidelity fled your
awareness—
but I’m the one who
trusted you—
in all fairness…
So lay your blame
on my chest,
in the very place
your head used
to rest…
Our love, now like
sleeping dogs—
burning on the pyre
and smoldering to
ash—until there’s
nothing left but
fragments of lies,
like cracks in the
burnt white logs…
I wrote this one, from the need to examine the walls I build around my emotions. Writing these lines was both a shield and a mirrora way to confront the residue of love, betrayal, and trust while seeking clarity within myself. Its a piece that reflects an emotional endurance that is still shrouded by ambivalence and my infirmities.
While diving into introspectiveawareness.
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