I woke up today and my very first thought
Was of sunshiny freedom. I laughed aloud
And in that pleasant glow my happy mind sought
Further rays of light, but my smile was cowed
As my mood snagged on a jagged piece of hate.
Some idiot girl. How did she catch him?
And he, he lied through his teeth, laid out the bait,
Watched me lunge for it once more. Just a whim
Of his, it seems. He didn’t want to keep me.
He just threw me back with the hook caught deep.
He knows where to find me if he wants to be
Amused by a silly girl who will keep
Trying until she is broken and bruised,
Her heart unaware that it’s being used.
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| Pan and Psyche by Edward Burne Jones |
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