He Grabbed My Power
He grabbed my power
And held it in his teeth.
I was young.
Vulnerable.
Naïve.
I
gave
it
willingly
Having never met
a psychopath before.
Having optimistic feelings
about him.
I kind of loved him.
He drained my energy
stealing from me
lying to me
hurting me deeply
b
e
t
r
a
y
i
n
g
me.
I had to let him go
even though I loved him
for he did not understand love
and
I
needed
my
power
back
so
I
could
love
myself
again….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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