Faking It

You were faking it.
It took so long for me to see
the instruments you used
to torture me.
Tendrils of a psychic energy.
Invisible yet holding so much power.
Obliterating mind and space and hour.
Systems forming into loops
that caused a strangulation
of my soul.

Faking love to gain the pleasure.
With your ego taking every measure.
Planning, acting, moving through
mere motions that were never true.
Pretending that you loved me too.
When long ago, your heart
had turned to stone...

? Michaelette ?

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