Just as I think I’ve grown immune to your maneuvers

You up the anties, and here I am again

On my knees, in tears

Wondering what I’ve done wrong to deserve such treatment

Your strongest weapon of all

Is your seemingly docile demeanor

Your apparently endless patience, kindness and gentleness

But that’s a mask

That you remove only when those you hurt the most can see

Only when they’re ready to forgive and forget past wrongs

It’s no coincidence that they’re also the ones who love you the most

No coincidence at all

We’re isolated in our kinship towards you

As the recipients of your choicest torturous moves

How fitting

That we should count ourselves lucky to have you for all to see

And curse our closeness to you when nobody’s looking


16 thoughts on “Manipulative

  1. Poetry is so therapeutic for me sometimes the words just pour out of me and once it’s all written I feel a massive sense of relief. I feel like this piece this did that for you!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.