Red Flags and Realizations
We started like a story,
You read me cover to cover,
Pretending you cared—
Just long enough to smother.
You said all the right words,
But your hands told the truth.
You weren’t in it for love,
Just the body of my youth.
I was a game.
A joke.
A cure for your boredom.
While you hid someone else—
Your loyalty was a phantom.
I was never your partner,
Just a place to pass time.
You wanted what was mine,
But never to make me mine.
When I spoke of my battles,
The darkness I faced alone,
You smirked—
Like pain was punchline,
Like I was weak to the bone.
You laughed when I cried,
Mocked what I felt.
As if my mind was broken,
And your jokes were how it dealt.
But I see it now.
The gaslighting.
The games.
How I was only a conquest,
Not a name.
You broke me—
But through the cracks came light.
And I finally saw the truth
I was too in love to fight.
You were a walking red flag,
Dressed in fake affection.
All charm, no depth,
Just lies and deflection.
But I’m free now.
Not yours, not fooled, not small.
You wanted in my pants—
But you’ll never have my soul at all.
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