Impulsive Love
When I was younger, I was impulsive and unpredictable,
capricious and fanciful and whimsical;
and HE was charming- would flatter me with compliments,
giving praise, attention, he was a real sweet talker.
I fell for him, each day sinking down lower and lower,
I would gravitate to him- alienate friends;
but soon the cajoling turned to inurbane, malignant words,
my love for him was transitory, soon to dissipate.
He became rude and vulgar, perspicuous and transparent,
this obsessive love- unhealthy and painful;
I felt like a fool, a doormat, a scapegoat, a weak victim,
now my heart is careful and not easily charmed.
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August 31, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Impulsive Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-824-860-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Ten Word Challenge
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
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