Self-Destruction

Deceptive Embrace: Unmasking Love Bombing

23/7/20

In a realm of deceit, where shadows dance, 
There lies a tactic, a cruel romance.
Love bombing, it's called, a manipulative art,
A toxic allure, a deceitful sweetheart.

With honeyed words and gestures grand, 
They sweep you up in their cunning plan.
Like a whirlwind of affection, they draw you near, 
But beware, my friend, for danger lurks here.

They shower you with praise, a captivating spell,
Their affection overwhelms, like a sweet-scented swell.
They whisper promises, make you feel adored, 
But beneath the surface, a trap is carefully stored.

Love bombing, a facade, a twisted embrace, 
Designed to bind you in a tight, suffocating space.
Their affections, like petals, wilt and fade, 
Leaving you broken, vulnerable, betrayed.

Their love is a weapon, a manipulative game, 
To control your thoughts, your actions, your name.
They prey on your vulnerabilities, exploit your desire,
Leaving you lost, consumed by the fire.

But listen, dear heart, do not be swayed,
For love should be gentle, not a game to be played.
Recognize the signs, the false promises they bring, 
And break free from the chains of their insidious string

Hold onto your worth, your strength, and your voice, 
Don't let their love bombing drown out your choice.
In the face of their tactics, stand tall and strong, 
For true love is patient, it would never steer you wrong.

So, shield your heart, be cautious, be wise,
Don't let love bombing cloud your clear skies.
Find love that's authentic, built on trust and respect, 
And let manipulative tactics be forever in retrospect.
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Charm’s Manipulative Dance

23/6/23
In golden words she weaves her tale, 
A charming guise, a captivating veil.
"I'm pretty and smart," her lips declare,
While her eyes gleam with a knowing stare.

With cunning grace, she dances the game,
A master of manipulation, her aims untamed.
Her smile, a weapon, disarms with ease,
As she weaves her web of sweet deceit.

But behind that smile, a darkness resides, 
A heart detached, where empathy hides.
Her words, like whispers, they beguile,
Yet truth eludes her calculating guile.

Beneath the surface, a dismissive air,
She dances with power, devoid of care.
Her laughter, a mask, conceals her intent,
Leaving others to wonder where loyalty went.
For those who trust, her presence divine,
Yet beware the allure of her beguiling design.
Her charm, a façade, a fleeting ruse,
Leaving hearts shattered, and souls confused.

Oh, pretty and smart, she claims to be,
But her actions speak louder, for all to see.
A puppeteer of emotions, she plays her part,
Leaving behind a trail of broken hearts.

So be wary, dear souls, of her captivating spell,
For beneath her beauty lies a tale to tell.
In her realm of manipulation, she may reign, 
But true connection, she can never attain.
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Embracing Redemption: A Journey from Self-Harm to Self-Love

Ever since I was a child. I convinced myself that I needed to hurt myself in order to punish myself for anything going wrong in my life. But then… I remembered you.

 

In the depths of my soul’s darkest hue,
Lies a tale of pain and self-undoing, true.
Since childhood’s days, I believed the lie,
That self-inflicted harm would make wrongs right.

A twisted belief took hold within,
That punishment was the path to absolution’s kin.
But in a moment’s grace, you came to mind,
A memory resurfaced, gentle and kind.

You, the beacon of love and light,
The one who showed me a different sight.
In your presence, my heart would soar,
And thoughts of self-harm would haunt no more.

For in your embrace, I found solace rare,
A love that whispered, “You’re worthy, fair.”
The chains of self-punishment began to break,
As your memory helped my soul awake.

No longer bound by the cycle of pain,
I started to heal, to rise, to regain.
You reminded me of the beauty I possess,
And that self-love is the path to progress.

So, as I leave behind the shadows of past,
A new journey begins, one that will last.
With gratitude, I hold your memory dear,
For helping me break free from self-inflicted fear.

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El Velo del Encuentro

In the twilight’s gentle embrace, I ponder deep and wide,
An intertwining dance of hearts, where intimacy resides.
Within this fragile tapestry, where love and pain unite,
I weave a tale of ecstasy, and the darkness of self’s blight.

Intimacy, oh tender grace, a flame that burns so bright,
It binds two souls in fervent embrace, igniting passion’s light.
Through whispered words and tender touch, the walls begin to fade,
But in the depths of vulnerability, self-destruction may invade.

A gentle kiss upon the lips, a shiver down the spine,
Intimacy’s allure so sweet, it numbs the scars of time.
Yet hidden deep within the soul, a tempest fiercely brews,
The shadowed specter of self-doubt, where destruction can’t refuse.

In love’s embrace, we yearn for more, a hunger to be known,
But in the depths of self’s abyss, our fragile hearts are prone.
We crave the touch of understanding, a warmth that mends our soul,
Yet self-destruction’s lurking whispers threaten to take their toll.

Within the caverns of our minds, we battle and we fight,
The demons of our past arise, obscuring love’s pure light.
The touch that once brought solace now stings with icy pain,
As intimacy turns bittersweet, a dance on fragile terrain.

But in the depths of this dichotomy, a choice is ours to make,
To face the demons that consume, or let self-destruction take.
For in the arms of vulnerability, lies strength yet to be found,
To embrace our flaws and deepest scars, on solid ground we’re bound.

Intimacy and self-destruction, intertwined like cosmic threads,
A delicate balance to be sought, where healing softly spreads.
With open hearts and souls laid bare, we find the strength to heal,
And from the ashes of self-destruction, new life begins to reveal.

So let us cherish intimacy, in its beauty and its pain,
For in its depths, we learn to grow, to rise and love again.
In the delicate dance between self and soul, we find our way back home,
With intimacy as our compass, we’ll never be alone.

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Whispers of the Heart

Category help from: Simone

In the depths of our souls, where secrets reside,
A tale of connection, love’s ebb and tide.
Two hearts entangled, in a dance so rare,
Intimacy’s embrace, a love we both share.

Passions ignited, a flame burning bright,
Our spirits entwined, in the depths of the night.
But beware, dear wanderer, of love’s sweet disguise,
For false affection hides behind charming eyes.

Triumph awaits those who see through the haze,
Unveiling the truth in love’s intricate maze.
Through storms and trials, we find our own way,
To a love that is real, where true hearts may stay.

Yet, lurking nearby, self-destruction may call,
A whispered temptation, urging our downfall.
It whispers of shadows, of doubts and despair,
A danger that threatens the love we both bear.

In this intricate dance, our hearts intertwine,
Moments of ecstasy, mixed with moments of decline.
But through it all, we strive to survive,
Nurturing the love that keeps us alive.

For in the depths of our souls, where emotions run deep,
We find the strength to conquer, to defy, and to keep.
A love that’s authentic, enduring and strong,
A love that prevails, where we both belong.

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Frayed at the Edges

It starts as a spark, a flicker of light
A flame that burns bright, so warm and so right
But soon it grows, and it’s hard to contain
A wildfire raging, with no end to its pain

It’s a force that consumes, a hunger that feeds
A monster inside, that wants all it needs
It devours all, leaving nothing but ash
A barren wasteland, of love turned to trash

The flames lick at my skin, scorching my soul
And I can’t escape, I’m trapped in this hole
It’s a slow death, a painful decay
A self-destruction, that won’t go away

But still I feed the flames, stoking the fire
Hoping against hope, that it won’t expire
For love is a drug, a powerful thing
And I’m addicted, to the pain it brings

So I watch it burn, this love I once knew
And I can’t help but wonder, if it’s all true
If love is just an illusion, a beautiful lie
A self-destruction, that we can’t deny.

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Siren’s Call

He knows that love can hurt, can leave him scarred,
Yet still he seeks that flame to light his way,
A fire bright that burns both hot and hard,
That draws him close, that makes him want to stay.

He knows the risks, the pain that he’ll endure,
The nights of tears, the days of constant strife,
But still he craves that feeling of allure,
The rush of passion that ignites his life.

He tries to fight it, but it’s just too strong,
The pull of toxic love that he can’t shake,
He knows it’s wrong, that it’s been too long,
But still he’s drawn to make that same mistake.

And so he walks with candle burning bright,
Though toxic love will lead him through the night.

 

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