Reflections on a Cold Summer Day

You recognized the revolution in me

The one you planted but didn't think would grow

Your traumatic entrance into my soul

Your thoughts became intertwined in my mind

I gaslight my perception of the world, as you passed your indirect judgement through your melodious tone

I thought it could be...

Meant to be...

But really you chose me because of my vulnerability.

...

Still in love with a lie, because at least you chose to see me.