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I Finally “met” you but the (Real you)

You were everything I dreamed of (Illusion of Disguise). Your words filled me with the words of love that I thought you meant ( Lies upon those lips). Your hunger of desire for me, my how much I really wanted you in between my thighs. ( fulfill my sexual hunger). When you first said “ I love you” ( I loathe you). When you said trust me (betray her)…Do you know why I write in this form of what was you and me? Because during that time…that voice in the back of my mind that contradicted every word that you spoke, every time that we connected, every time that we touched, every time that we made love, every time we regained one another trust and every time we said those three famous words…that  voice…that voice was what was trying to release the shackles, release me from your curse, release me from the hold you had on me, release me from the bond that was becoming something stronger…something greater yet something dangerous that I knew would make me…that would make us into a mess of the world biggest abomination, something that would make us clash until the whole world could hear us, something that would finally rip apart two souls who thought what they had was something yet so ill-fated, something so mistakable that even the universe itself couldn’t turn back time to stop what was to become of us.
But then…Then I finally woke up ( she finally unblinded!) I woke up to who you said you were, wasn’t. To whom you made me think I fell in love with, withered and died. To whom you tried to cloud, to whom you tried to make an beautiful, desirable, deeply connected, once in a life time, everlasting lover to me, to whom who tried to mold themself into something they knew that I would fall for hook, line and sinker but mainly to whom you knew in the end would see you for the person you really were.  
To wake up…to what you tried to cover up in the end hurt me, made me feel like a left over corpse who heart was unwillingly taken, crushed, broken, and thrown to the wolves.  
 Will I get over it?
 Definitely.  
 But my lover of illusion…just tell me something…
 In the end.
 Was she worth it?
Written by AaliyahRose
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