I get lost in fantasy
romance
forgetting
never acknowledging
it is not for me.
I am bespelled
when you speak
sweet words
sugared lies
longing looks
until I am caught
bound within the web you weave.
Once entangled
smiles become tart
words fall like hammers
wounding
gouging my self-esteem
creating this pathetic creature
that you view with scorn.
What is it about me?
Why do you torment me so?
Speaking to my dreams
to my desires
making me fall in love
only to maim my heart when you leave.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
May 6/18
The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
It’s hard not to get lost in the fantasy…Even harder to trust again. ❤️
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Exactly but well working on that 😝😝
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Such beautiful words which demostrate the lie of some love
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Thank you. I was a little weepy writing them.
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