She thinks he’s like the man who hurt her.
She thinks that all men are the same.
She thinks he’s him.
She puts on a brave face to shield her emotional scars.
Hiding her vulnerability and letting her pain define her.
Constantly feeding her mind with poison that crashes
her spirit and kills her every day.
Allowing her past to cloud her judgment, control her
present and mistreat a good man.
He hurt her so deeply when he lied, cheated and left.
Suffocating her with marinated lies, draining the
recesses of her mind, destroying the remnants of her
love and leaving her confused, broken and seething
Afraid to trust, labeling all men as liars and cheaters.
Thinking that they will hurt her just the way he did.
She succumbed to her past pain and became what
A conniving, bitter, insecure and paranoid woman
constantly faming his mistakes and hiding behind
the scalding pain of hate.
Blaming him for undone atrocities, imagined factors
and past mistakes.
Struggling with tantrums, quick to point her finger
Accusatory! Knife-like words spoken in empty rooms,
stalking the confines of a man with nothing to hide.
Questioning his integrity, breeding suspicion and
brewing tasteless lies to cloak him in pain and guilt
for crimes he never committed.
Unappreciative of his struggles, using his weaknesses
against him, judging him based on his shortcomings.
Crippling pain of another man’s mistakes crashing his pride,
questioning his intentions, riddling his soul of peace in his
own home and denying him the love and trust she should
be giving him.
His house is haunted with the ghost of another man.
She is reminded of pain whenever she looks at him.
Lying in his loving arms, she imagines his hands growing
cold and distant. Replacing his loving words with lies,
his deeds with cruel intentions.
She’d been hurt so much that she forgot how to love
openly without holding back.
She kept her self guarded, loving with one foot outside
the door to protect her heart and limit the pain that
comes with disappointment and heart break.
Oblivious to the fact that not all men are out to hurt her.
Every man comes with different intentions and she shouldn’t
let any man pay for the mistakes of another.
In the process of losing herself in all that pain, and blame game,
she is losing a very good man.
He isn’t the man who hurt her.
He’s not like all the men in her past.
He isn’t him.