On being seen

no one truly saw me

the way you did

I think it’s that no one else tried to

like their lives depended on it

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it was not your life dependent

but your ego

a vacuous hole – latching and pulling

sucking and squeezing

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‘til I got lost in your void

and surrendered to cruelty

which begs the question

could you even see me?

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A reflection on the idealisation and devaluation stages of an abusive relationship. First piece I've ever shared with anybody!

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