Outa This Deal

He was a cold dish, had to walk away from the table. No love was being served. He would never give me what I deserve. He only ever left Me unnerved. Curled into a ball crying, unraveling and rolling away from sanity and peace. In him I found no relief. In his arms I only felt harm. He only left scars, internally marred. Loving him was a disaster, wanted a partner but got a Master. I was his slave. One day he'd feed me than starve me for days.stockhome love disease, I was lost in a haze, unable to distinguish, the truth in his lies. Saw nothing while looking in his eyes. Black and soul less ,in him I found no solace. Dark and dusty, i'd stumble and choke trying to navigate the hallways of his mind. Tried to find his motivation for playing with mine. Never found a reason other than just the flavor of the season. It's not personal ,this type of man is impersonable. In the confines if his soul there is obviously a hole. I hope it heals, but nevertheless I am outa this deal.