Defeat

I've counted on tomorrow to ease the thought of you today
wished for far too long your sadist ways would alleviate
but tomorrows slip on by without the slightest of remorse
for the way in which you left me, on an undesired course

It seems as though you were creator, I your masterpiece
with acts of manipulation, I became all that you pleased
my mind was left to starve, while my heart beat intensely
with a lack of intuition, my dependence grew immensely

You dreamt up a little dream, and I was cast as it's star
taking on roles that from whom I was seemed so far
I recall your smug expression as I wept from loneliness
having given up on friends as to not miss a single kiss

The beginning wasn't all too long ago, not enough to forget
your warm arms wrapped around me, porch lights dimly lit
the first time I've felt safe, while delving into the unknown
it was my way of coping, having grown up in a broken home

It seems I've missed the lesson, as I'm still releasing tears
theres nobody who'd willingly help me dissolve my fears
I hadn't much before, and gained nothing since we've parted
a single memory is enough to keeps my efforts thwarted

I was young, and blinded by the only love I've ever received
understanding your morbid ways should have left me relieved
but instead I'm left cowering, stricken with such disbelief
that a love so grandiose would ever be an achievable feat


[Entirely fictional in this case, but a reality in some womens lives]