Impishly you gather the pieces,
sequestering them to a far off land,
stealing from my heart as it unleashes
a trusting, moral love on command.
Attracted to that which you do not possess
from the heirlooms of family branches,
you greedily seek out a soul to undress,
not considering harmful circumstances.
Throbbing, aching ~ this need within you,
only bettering yourself second-hand.
The prey I became without knowing untrue
were the motives behind your demands.
Two thousand twenty-one days into this mess
do I finally have strength to break free
and have courage enough to sadly confess ~
"I'm just a shell of my used-to-be".
Empty and cold in this hollow self, am I,
without all the pieces which once made me whole.
But I'm fighting and learning that you cannot deny
me the pieces you selfishly stole.
So journey, do I, to this far off place
as collector of things once familiar.
In your presence I'll retrieve bits of me, and erase
memories of you, my venomous swindler.