my poem:
He gets off on playing critical chess
Txuches himself while holding his cards close to his chest
Opens his heart for a split second
Shoots his shot
Aims to kxll and accepts the consequences of his actions later
Daddy’s searching for the perfect sxbmissxve baby to train
Convinced manipulation is a form of flirting
Blames all her issues on her underdeveloped brain and mortal age
A walking symptom of his own disgusting dysfunction
Inhales anything to soothe his dissatisfaction
Living as if tomorrow is granted
Yesterday means nothing to manipulative men
Tarnish her mother’s name
Tame her and refurbish her torturous spirit
In his God’s name, everyone’s insane
Corrupt and unforgiven
A self proclaimed priest forcing sxbmissxon to sin
Too far gone
With nothing to lose
Unhappy yet unhinged
Her wondering soul seeking torment without commitment
Fell right into the arms of her dangerous daddy
With a fist for a pacifier
She’s in debt to her own karmic trauma and his self righteous rule book… #horror, #manipulativemen, #toxicrelationship
