my poem:

He gets off on playing critical chess

Txuches himself while holding his cards close to his chest

Opens his heart for a split second

Shoots his shot

Aims to kxll and accepts the consequences of his actions later

Daddy’s searching for the perfect sxbmissxve baby to train

Convinced manipulation is a form of flirting

Blames all her issues on her underdeveloped brain and mortal age

A walking symptom of his own disgusting dysfunction

Inhales anything to soothe his dissatisfaction

Living as if tomorrow is granted

Yesterday means nothing to manipulative men

Tarnish her mother’s name

Tame her and refurbish her torturous spirit

In his God’s name, everyone’s insane

Corrupt and unforgiven

A self proclaimed priest forcing sxbmissxon to sin

Too far gone

With nothing to lose

Unhappy yet unhinged

Her wondering soul seeking torment without commitment

Fell right into the arms of her dangerous daddy

With a fist for a pacifier

She’s in debt to her own karmic trauma and his self righteous rule book… #horror, #manipulativemen, #toxicrelationship