My perception of love Infinite
by Monica Hoppen
To say I never wrote of you, would be a factual lie
Your selfish stories, your perfect lies
Your unkind words as you toyed with my mind
The Whore reflecting in my eyes
'J 'detest les incompetence'
You left me wearing yellow, representing your fear
You let me be the saddest girl in the room, yet I shone so Beautifully
I became your forbidden fruit without a voice
Your sadistic creation without a choice
Your collector's edition and addiction
Your drug of choice
The one to always blame
I am the bad one, I am seduction, I am hatred, I am pain, because I was just perfect........perfection, and out of fear, you always gave me away
Published on the Writory Wall.