I am dressed,
in imperfections and flaws.
Naked, I am in love with every scar,
that represents my strength.
Bathed in vulnerability,
I sensed a gentle shift,
inviting me in from the rain.
A familiar presence,
lays beside me as I sleep.
I let go of the touch,
that stained my skin,
and tore apart my mind.
Rising from, the depths of,
her impure attachment.
He wears the chains,
that shackle him to her.
It’s an exhausting tug of war,
so violating and sacrilegious,
he is her own mirror image.
In my journey to self-love,
I let go of him and,
the woman I never was.
Dressed in my insecurities,
she tried desperately,
to attach herself to me.
Through the prodigal son,
she praises in public spaces,
while privately scolding,
all who refuse to submit,
to her transactional love of,
vitriol and self-hatred.
Feverishly, they work,
to align an image,
that neither glistens,
nor shines.
I stood there all alone,
as they took turns,
shaming me into silence.
Ours was a marriage,
of two souls intertwined.
With all that I had left,
a few boxes of personal belongings,
and the clothes on my back.
I stepped aside, and left him,
with the woman he craved,
who wasn’t his wife.
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not knowing a thing about taylor swift but seeing the allegaytions tweets is so funny. i can’t read the room, babe. i don’t know taylor lore, you need to explain!!!