You found me alone,
Desperate to be loved.
You spun words of gold,
False promises.
Scarlet whispers,
Fueling my own hatred of myself.
I discovered much too late that they were an elaborate web.
I became trapped.
Afraid to feel the ground I so desperately wanted to stand on.
Conflicting feelings,
Needing to escape but craving the jagged façade of love I believed in
Dark Cry Poetry 