Bruises from the
scars only visible
in my mind
Now her kindness fazes
my thoughts
Like hot oil tempered
with water
The reaction fully

I’m the oil
she is water
I come in contact with her
I panic.
And yes! I can’t handle
her presence.
It has become a nuisance
my response to nonsense.

I still feel for her,
for she left a mark
in my life.
Feelings are those
I call memories
this time on.
Good or bad
they both count
as my own.

She said don’t leave.
I said yes I won’t.
Giving her comfort,
The tender lies
I tell.
Too bad she fell for
them all.
Emotionally dependent
my strategy to prey
like a parasite.