And this happened, again
1 min readDec 14, 2023
You were married
you lied to me
I spent years ensnared
by my own naïveté
Until I could hate you
I would never be set free
Free to love the wounds that drew me to you
and you to me
You were married
you lied to me
I spent years ensnared
by my own naïveté
Until I could hate you
I would never be set free
Free to love the wounds that drew me to you
and you to me
Lover of the divinity to be found through language and poetry. I write for healing and fun, to be whole and inspire https://www.facebook.com/anninemassaro