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Bound By Affliction
She who lives for love, who would die for love.
Bound by affliction
Instantaneously, everything he provided had become her addiction, and now two years later, love lost, she’s only bound by affliction.
Destitute and barren, her soul is starving and thirsty, falling in desperation for sufficient nutrients to grow, but time has only enforced a hate for life and all those that accompany it.
She’s only bound by affliction.
Since everything he acted upon, was rooted from his love, surely everything he bestowed upon her was everything he owed her, everything karma and life decided she deserved.
And with pro there had been a con. With every smile there had been a tear. But that tear carried more weight, then the smile could ever relieve.
So, when he brutally attacked her, left her to bleed vastly, Emergency Room consumed with her presence…
You’d believe it would signal that he truthfully didn’t love her, but it only made her cling to him even more.
You see, his promises and memories. Every promise made, was broken by him, and every memory made breaks her.
She’s bound by his affliction.
She’s tied to him.
Connected and bound to him.
And her life is still a figment dedicated to him.
She lived for his love, and certainly will die by his love.
Her heart can’t allow another entity to break in to her soul’s confinement
Her heart can’t allow anything to make her smile.
What joy she has ever had, has been stripped away by the world.
And while she is still standing still, her mind still left in that moment.
A moment that time has surely moved past from.
The world continually rotates and revolves, floating on its axis.
And her mind is still just floating around him.
Amongst him.
In his presence.
And he can only be of a companion to her, when it benefits him.
When the world is oblivious and blind to her presence.
Ignorant. So he still mistreats her.
And she allows it.
And it makes her hate herself even more.
It makes her ungrateful towards life, because only death could help her escape the mental captivity in which she has been placed.
And she wants nothing but him to acknowledge her.
Wishing he didn’t have to demean her and belittle her just to validate himself.
Inexplicably wishing she wasn’t intimidated by his blatant acts of hate.
Begging God that she didn’t feel inferior towards him.
If love is nonexistent between the two
What can certainly make her still be bound to him?
Shouldn’t affliction had of set her free?
Certainly, I wonder and question… why is it all still haunting me?
Bound by affliction
Instantaneously, everything he provided had become her addiction, and now two years later, love lost, she’s only bound by affliction.
Destitute and barren, her soul is starving and thirsty, falling in desperation for sufficient nutrients to grow, but time has only enforced a hate for life and all those that accompany it.
She’s only bound by affliction.
Since everything he acted upon, was rooted from his love, surely everything he bestowed upon her was everything he owed her, everything karma and life decided she deserved.
And with pro there had been a con. With every smile there had been a tear. But that tear carried more weight, then the smile could ever relieve.
So, when he brutally attacked her, left her to bleed vastly, Emergency Room consumed with her presence…
You’d believe it would signal that he truthfully didn’t love her, but it only made her cling to him even more.
You see, his promises and memories. Every promise made, was broken by him, and every memory made breaks her.
She’s bound by his affliction.
She’s tied to him.
Connected and bound to him.
And her life is still a figment dedicated to him.
She lived for his love, and certainly will die by his love.
Her heart can’t allow another entity to break in to her soul’s confinement
Her heart can’t allow anything to make her smile.
What joy she has ever had, has been stripped away by the world.
And while she is still standing still, her mind still left in that moment.
A moment that time has surely moved past from.
The world continually rotates and revolves, floating on its axis.
And her mind is still just floating around him.
Amongst him.
In his presence.
And he can only be of a companion to her, when it benefits him.
When the world is oblivious and blind to her presence.
Ignorant. So he still mistreats her.
And she allows it.
And it makes her hate herself even more.
It makes her ungrateful towards life, because only death could help her escape the mental captivity in which she has been placed.
And she wants nothing but him to acknowledge her.
Wishing he didn’t have to demean her and belittle her just to validate himself.
Inexplicably wishing she wasn’t intimidated by his blatant acts of hate.
Begging God that she didn’t feel inferior towards him.
If love is nonexistent between the two
What can certainly make her still be bound to him?
Shouldn’t affliction had of set her free?
Certainly, I wonder and question… why is it all still haunting me?
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