He understands me
Says the right words to care
He says he loves me
But hides something not to share
His true intentions
Are on cards held close to chest
He uses my feelings
To ensure he comes out best
He compliments me
Yet somehow his words feel fake
He always points out
My every little mistake
Always a people pleaser
To get everyone on his side
The power rises against me
I have nowhere left to hide
I meet his needs
Through his mental manipulation
And he walks away happy
From every situation
His use of guilt
Always bends toward his will
Once I am discarded
He’ll be doing it still
He uses humour
Everyone laughs at his jokes
But it’s me on the receiving end
Of his vicious little pokes
He whispers lies
In believable words of deceit
His crown never slips
He already has me beat
And it is no irony
I recognise myself in him
That’s how I spotted
The dark empath within
Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
Franz Kafka
I almost snoozed on this morning but forced myself up and stretched my aching hips again. I’m not sure what I’m going to do today. I clocked in at school and came out for coffee. I’ll go back and walk around the school a bit and then, maybe today – massage!
I want to buy some light bulbs and maybe some new stationery too. I mowed the rest of the back of the lawn yesterday which was fun. Fun? Maybe not, but I was happy with the resulting chopped weeds. Should be good for about six months now I hope. My whole body was vibrating afterwards and I struggled to practice guitar later – but persevered for 10 minutes at least. I’m really not good at guitar but I do really enjoy practicing a little every day.
My neck is totally sore from holding the grass cutter so this may finally convince me to go for the massage today! Back to some English Lit study and article reading, crank out a poem and savour the morning.
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful to not lie in this morning, get up and see a fierce red sun in the sky.
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