Used To Be Love

He started off patient,
He used to be kind,
What she didn't know?
He told her pretty lies.
Anything, everything
he knew would capture her
like some prize to be won.

He got her with charm.
He smiled, played the card.
'Vulnerability'.
Went for the heart
she wore on her sleeve.
Held it in his hand
and crushed it on the spot.
He won it fair,
but his was elsewhere.

He told her pretty words,
as a compulsive liar would.
Said she was the one
even as his heart went far,
to someone else
he too hurt.
With lingering eyes
and that goddamn smirk.

He asked for a break
just to use her like nothing
as every compulsive liar,
he showed remorse,
apology,
regret,
sorrow. 
None of it was real.

He touched her, 
rejected when she refused. 
A walking red flag
she chose to ignore.
At the first END,
he came running back,
knowing she'd take him, 
no questions asked.

Soon she would see,
he only ever used her.
But not soon enough.
In debt, 
emotionally tied,
exhaustion became her
until finally she could 
no more.
A final ending
to the boy who treated her
like she was his mother,
rather than a soulmate
or significant other.

The love remains, 
but if she stayed,
resentment would become her, 
And she's better off kind.

Copyright © Micheala Ruth September | Year Posted 2023

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