Love letter to the man
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To the man who tied my dreams to his feet like a shadow he wanted to play with, I thank you.

Love letter to the man

To the man who tied my dreams to his feet like a shadow he wanted to play with,

I thank you.

To the man who made sure the boom of his voice overpowered the whistle of the train I missed,

I thank you.

To the man who elbowed me out the way to be first to the line with the ideas that were mine and take credit in limelight,

I thank you.

To the man who growled warnings at me like an old street dog hardly disguising disgust as I too peed on the pole,

I thank you.

To the man who took offence to ideas not meant to undermine following the paranoic line, playing the blame game, silently shaming, constructing the silo effect as a way of punishing me,

It thank you.

To the man who disguised his inner wolf with charismatic style all the while, playing with his balls, hoping I'd go down, the path less known,

I thank you.

From you, I learnt the big bad world starts right at my feet.

From you, I learned that trust and empathy are my own worst enemy.

I see the strain of your lips cracked, with bitterness at not having stretched for some time.

I watch your snarl twitch with an unconscious itch.

I've met you before you know, in another story, at another time:

The puppet master;

Lost boy to my Peter Pan;

Greedy wolf to Red riding hood;

With your element of surprise...

Struck me unexpectedly, as I tripped to the ground...

Lookin' round, thinkin' I'd dealt with it all.

That's what makes this ruthless thief.

That's what makes this hostile grief.

The dis-expectation the mis-combobulation.

Watching the train depart as I'm left at the station.

The line in between that modesty draws:

Between suffering and exposure.

Between professionalism and a two bit whore.

Between the victim and the enabler.

Thankfully my thickened skin encrusts on the surface with every cut, the scab coagulates. Scar tissue dulls the pain, as my memory fades but my self-worth gains.... and for that... I love you.

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