it doesn't mean it's not true.
Just because you can't imagine
incredible lies sculpted to fool you
In love need you hate me
I survived your path, see your fate
rose, survived, broke free?
Just because it feels like love
it doesn't mean it's true
Faked love, confuses, controlling
to make best use of you.
Sociopath, abuser the studied all agree,
of this heartless narcissist lurking
I may never be free.
Empowered, risen, successful, glowing
his motives clear I respond strong, all knowing.
Just because his demon is hidden by new love calm
He is who he is
you are in certain harm
Survived, empowered, I dare to share
you are not loved, he does not love
he will abandon all without care.
Just don't underestimate what I know
because you can't believe it's true.
Guard your heart, protect your child, hide your gold,
it's to be stolen, you destroyed
before he has done with you.
Previously and restored fabulous women, who foolishly, at the end of 2006, on a huge wave of trust, fell in love 'on line'. In a love con, believing in my daughter and my security, the idea of becoming part of all that made sense as a couple and family. I sold everything, property and possessions, to selling to relocate to Telluride, Colorado from Nottinghamshire, England mid 2007. Singly the most ridiculous and reckless move of my life. Alone, fearful, pregnant, jobless, I learned to vividly write of my days, the challenges, joys and fears. Isolated I became the victim and jubilant survivor of domestic violence. Abandoned with two children, I survived all efforts to crush me. Started my Esthetics business, made sense of each day, and bought a house. Not published, or notable as a writer I am encouraged to practice, and I love to. I've already had a fantastic life. I know, when I depart earth my children will speak "wasn't our mum amazing'. I've always turned adversity into opportunity, always been a survivor, a thriver. I'm just ready for still, and writing allows me to feel that place of peace.