Views from the Edge of the Pier
It’s quite possible to love a monster.
The beast you were, was the best you are. You concealed him well. So well, that when I fell in love with you, I gave my heart to someone other.
The cage I thought I’d helped you escape became the trap you lured me into. When you really showed me who you were – red in tooth and claw – it was too late. For me, at least.
Now you have another prey. And I’m the one licking my wounds.
Photo 137171243 | Monster © Yevhenii Tryfonov | Dreamstime.com
Photo 49775756 / Heart © 9george | Dreamstime.com
I had so many beautiful words to describe you. You couldn’t see what was beautiful inside me.
I tried to share my world by telling you about the people and things I loved. But you only loved yourself.
I tried so hard to reason with you. But I was on the receiving end of your unreason.
You may choose to forget what you said, but I will never forget how your words made me feel in those last, dying days.
Unseen… Unloved… Unheard…
Pier Point 