Wounded Thinking Poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

I thought I knew you
Your spirit, your soul
I became accustomed to your flaws
And so...
I lingered on

I believed in you
My blinded eyes led me
To an empty space
A space, you call your soul

My own mind and heart betrayed me
Just like you betrayed me
Your deceitful affection misled me

I believed in your illusion
But now my dear...
I've come to the conclusion
This time...
I know who you are
You are one...
I no longer desire

And yet...
I feel sad, empty
Something is gone.
Something...I never really had

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