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

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.