Blinded

Rewinding back to the day
I paced around my kitchen floor
Phone in hand
What I thought was sweet melodies 
Was nothing but poison seeping through my ears
I ate every word so sweet
Not knowing it would be the death of me
It took me three months and 11 days to finally take what I was really eating
Month one of my unhealthy habit
 I knew I lost myself
Opening my womanhood to someone who only knew my first name before the poison began 
I fell in too deep
Becoming blinded by his love making
I looked in the mirror and became foreign to myself
After the first intake of him I was hooked like crack
The many times he messed up
I took him back
I thought he never called me out my name
Maybe he would change
This was just a cover up of his shame
Who to blame
MYSELF for letting it get this far
Month two
I recall making love to you
You spat out the words I love you and it burned my skin like the venom from a snake I drew
I felt different since then and still do 
Knowing it is a possible seed you planted and slowly grew
 Wanting to be strong
I acknowledged my addiction but couldn’t find the words “I Quit”
Month three
I got bold said I was done broke your stronghold
That lasted but a day
 Being alone 
Afraid to say 
Took you back quick & fast
Was the biggest mistake I had
10 days more
Felt like hell if you couldn’t tell 
 I love you became short
Your patients ran dry
Slipping the b word behind my back
No more good mornings or bye
Day 11 
I exploded 
Telling you what your “love” did
At once I feel free not biting my tongue 
Step 1 be me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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