Uncertainty

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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Betwixt and Between

Quote: “And all of a sudden I’m stuck between wanting to wait for you and wanting to forget you. I don’t know which one is better so somehow I’m doing both at the same time.”

And all of a sudden, I'm caught betwixt,
Yearning to wait, but longing to forget,
A crossroads of desires, uncertain and wild,
In this paradoxical realm, I'm reconciled.

Should I wait, like a sentinel in time's embrace,
For the possibility of love's sweet grace?
Or should I cast away these thoughts of you,
Release the hold, bid a fond adieu?

Two opposing forces, entwined within me,
Yearning and detachment, in perfect harmony,
I find myself treading a path unknown,
Simultaneously waiting and letting go, sown.

A dance of contradictions, both fierce and tender,
Holding onto hope, yet surrendering its splendor,
In this intricate tapestry of heart's refrain,
I navigate the labyrinth, embracing the pain.

For waiting is a whisper, a melody of hope,
A flickering flame on a darkened slope,
While forgetting is an act of liberation,
A chance to heal, find self-restoration.

So I dwell in this liminal space of in-between,
Where longing and release converge, serene,
I embrace the ambiguity, the uncertainty,
Finding solace in this state of duality.

For in the depths of my yearning heart,
I discover strength, a transformative art,
To wait and forget, to hope and let go,
In this paradoxical dance, love's essence shall flow.

And as time weaves its threads of fate,
I hold onto patience, while relinquishing weight,
For the answers lie not in choosing one or another,
But in embracing both, transcending all bother.

So I shall wait for you, while forgetting too,
A symphony of contradictions, a love anew,
In this tender balance of desires untamed,
I find my peace, where heart and soul are reclaimed.
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