Woman-ipulation

You gave me something that you could take away.

You gave me…hope.

You made a promise.

You convinced me to love.

 

And then you took it away.

It was a planned removal.

A calculated risk.

 

A manipulation of trust.

A conception of sin

That turned out to be the best thing that could have ever happened to us.

The most horrid, mean-heated, demon-ization of our relationship manifested into the biggest blessing.

You left me. ¬†And I’m grateful.