(DISCLAIMER: This is NOT a first-hand experience.)
He said he wants to go out with me
and how foolish I was to agree.
When I noticed his obsessive behavior,
"Don't look at others, only me,"
and the fact that he was an outright liar,
"What the others say is not true,
they are lying, what do I do? The real me is only open to you."
my life was already being incinerated by his predatory fire.
We met at an event so far,
that I was thirteen and he owned a car.
He said he loved me and wanted to guide me,
and I picked up that offer with glee.
In an interview, he was asked marriage plans,
he said he wanted to settle at fifty-five,
with his beloved twenty-five.
I should've known then that he was bad news,
but even then,
I was too young to connect the clues.
I should've known that the rumors were true,
I should've just, his offer, refused.
But when I tried to recoil,
he threatened with his life,
and that wasn't even our first strife!
He hurt me where no one would notice,
and I took it as a fleeting emotion, the anger of his.
I thought, soon, both of us would find our bliss.
In the end,
I decided to end it all
on his thirty-fifth birthday.
It was like a warning.
No one else should fall prey.
The tree remembers but the axe forgets,
and no one should, with their life, make bets.
Oh. my dear Humbert,
you played with a Lolita who couldn't let her emotions blurt.
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