Muted half tones.
Hues bleeding on the page.
Seeping into words that mean nothing.
Being blatantly selfish hurts me now.
My mild, blind, selfish nature
wields disappointment like a sword.
What forces your
NEED to look elsewhere
for your princess fix?
See yourself as the femme fatale
in this story you keep reliving.
A heroine, looking for a home.
Ultimately – alone.
It’s only a role.
Great seductive charm
leading others down a slippery slope.
To where ?
To compromise all they know ?
To support and love you,
until your through ?
Everyone plays their part.
Some of them offer …