Fruitless Connection

He promised me love.

I believed his words.

I chose to envision myself as a victim because his words were more than my wretched heart could battle and thus he made me fall for him.

You cannot help but picture me as a lover's fool, victim only to, what you call, my innate inability to see beyond false pretences.

That one day that his true colours were unveiled I shall never forget.

Events were unwrapping in a steady slow motion, beyond my control.

I was victim of his lies and manipulation.

He was victim of my childish dreams.

He finally fled the prison I had created for him with my mind's obsession, fear of his rejection.

I am still trapped by his filthy distortions aimed at escaping culpability and his guilty conscience.

Bleeding for love,
A hope massacred.

Content with life,
Move onto new meat.

With the core of my being I hoped to be the conqueror of his heart.

With his charming seductive lies he hoped to devour my body.

Both victims of our burning desires, our union was fruitless from the beginning. He yearned for my body and found too much depth. I sought salvation and found only damnation.

Copyright © Natalie M. Sarantos

11.05.08...04.11am

***Literally a random 4 in the morning poem type thing! So please excuse the lack of expertise! lol!***