Codependency

Her logic binds with golden ties and strands of silken thought her elocution sparkles, it's a skill she has been taught. Her lies are better than the truth, a drug that dulls defenses, And I give up my reason to explosions of the senses. Why, oh why, has she decided she should be my muse? A toy of easily molded clay detained for her abuse. Her eyes are fire, hold her gaze, you do it at your peril. it only takes a glance to see how wild she is, quite feral. Deceit is taught in many forms and she deploys them all walk the line, a slackened rope, and teeter 'fore the fall. Why have I been cursed you ask, and I can hardly say. The truth is that I wouldn't want it any other way.