Picture Perfect Memories
Was that always the plan?
The whole idea,
get them interested,
totally dependent…
make their lives revolve around you
always the conqueror,
who showers them with your attention
make them feel like you care
like their very existence
is of the utmost importance
until that day,
you find someone else,
something that’s more entertaining
better yet, more challenging…
Then the silence,
then you just walk away
without a second thought
make them feel like they never existed…
it’s sad to see their puzzled faces
the look of lost is overwhelming
the scars you left
are barely covered
their trust just took another knock
their worth diminished
do they ever cross your mind?
or doesn’t the picture perfect memories count?
Tell me, how do you sleep at night?
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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