Imitation of Life

imitation of life

Alas the emotional storm has subsided
And once more the predator preys
Assuming a false identity
So as to bask in the wake
Of his disease and destruction

To see in an image
To read within a word
Anything resembling him
Proof he had been there

Touched
Taken
Given
Forsaken

Succumbing once more
To this need to manipulate
Feeding his self-serving
Childish ego

With his narcissistic
Nefarious ways

Hurting women
With relentless flirtation
Emotional and spiritual
Claims of connection

Fantastical dreams
And promises of a future
Each being the only one

So as not to read
His true intentions

Along with his playful
Drawn-out seduction
Come flattering words
Gifts bestowed upon them

These women
These momentary
Interests of love

Feeding his addiction
Till he no longer
Needs them

Spinning webs
Lies so intricate
Cover-up stories
False alibis

All to sustain
This double life

A man-child looking for validation
Appearing most vulnerable
Endearing countless women

To appease his desperate need
Of reassurance from all females

A tragic person
Searching desperately
For something
For any thing

To quench the unquenchable
Internal esteem issues

To fill that blackened
Void of emptiness
That slowly consumes
From the inside out

Awaiting the inevitable fallout
Always the fault of the woman

For his ego denies the reality
Of his own fucked up behavior

©2013 Jill Terry
Jillterry.com

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About jill

Riding the current of life's changing tides, while capturing my journey in images and words... View all posts by jill

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