Dose of Reality

I used to obsess—

it was pride.

I knew I was the best he would ever get

I thought that meant he’d wake up, treat me better

Not worse.

Each lie I absorbed through a kiss of apology.

Broken down by manipulation

Blinded to the truth

My truth was the sweet as honey version he spoon-fed me;

the aftertaste, acrid.

I only remembered its distaste once we kissed reality away


and again.

Published by Prncsslyssa

Big heart, big hair, big smile, big dreams

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