In love all alone.
With no place
For her love to go.
So many promises
That led to nowhere.
Realizing their love
Story was a hoax,
Made the air
So paper thin.
Wishing she never
Sinned—
Lied down before
Marriage.
Still undeserving
Of disparage.
For loving him
Unconditionally…
And for what?
To be intentionally
Gaslit,
Called names,
And worse.
All while he’s trying
To dig in her purse.
Who hurt this man?
He lies so well.
It’s difficult to even
Tell the difference—
Between the truth and a lie.
But that’s the goal…
To convince her that she’s crazy.
It’s amusing to the narcissist.
To watch her become so
Confused and spacey.
It’s sad but true…
Everything that glitters
Ain’t gold—
Hurt people can be so cold.
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Comments (3)
I've been with a gaslighter before. I suffered so much! That was like 10 years ago but I still have trauma from it. Loved your poem!
Ouch, this one was painful, but I really enjoyed it!
Mic drop! Great piece!