My mother always warned me to stay away from strange men

I look back

At the way it was when him and I started

The way it was before

I remember the good feelings and good times

I remember the way he called me EVERY night

Just to see how I was doing



He found me to be rather interesting,

once



Looking back on the before

is my escape from the now

Given his current;

lackofcommunication

and

lackofinterest

in me



The lackofcompassion is what cuts me

the deepest



I let him inside my body

And he somehow managed his way

inside my skull

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