LOVE Poem: Getting to know the two of you, by Mona Winston

Love at first sight
No doubt in my mind it had to be
From the moment we met, my heart galloped carelessly.
Conversations lasting for hours well into dawn
Neither wanting to end the call, instead continuing on and on
Checking first thing each morning for a soothing text
or one a bit erotic testing my flesh.
My adrenaline would rise when I saw his name on the screen of my phone
Waiting desperately until the next time he would hold me in his arms with bone to bone.
Helping him tirelessly to deal with grief and health issues he suppressed beneath
So deep he sometimes felt guilty when we laughed out loud and seemed to be at peace.
Gradually as days turned to weeks and weeks to months
I started to encounter a very alarming different side
The warm things he once said were replaced with cruel words that I could no longer let slide.
The jokes he would tell and the subtle belittling he would do
made me start to question me and my sanity, sometimes not knowing just what to do.
He reminded me often of how he didn’t allow unannounced visits at all
Yet, he would accidentally show up to see me without giving me a call.
He was so loving and always willing to foot the dining bills
As he said he was different from other men and this gave me chills.
He never missed a Sunday from church and daily displayed a scripture
reminding everyone of how much God loved the world and sent his son on a professional sticker.
Spending extended time with him when he felt really sad
as holidays reminded him of the family gatherings he once had.
He cried on my shoulder and I supported him through so much
even neglecting myself to make certain he felt the touch
of a friend, a confidante, a helpmate, a special person sent you see
Until one day, unexpectedly he text me and told me he moved on and it should be the same for me.
The first person on the surface I met was so charming and so kind
While the one underneath was one who could drive you out of your mind
Always with a spare or two hanging on the branch
similar to a monkey, he could always reach back and start over the dance.
Narcissism, I found out, is definitely real
So, if you realize you are involved in a similar situation leave before your mind, body and soul it kills.

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