lostintransit

The undying love you speak for one, but do you know that they are not the one you thought they were? Has not their style of writing changed, their method of enticing you to that sweet space of submission and trust differed in the last few months from whence they began?.
Do you wonder at all or are you lost in the rapture of someone feeding off your own need for need and belonging?.
Look deep behind, search from the beginning.
Time frames, pauses in contact,clear the rose coloured glasses, awaken to reality.
Those around you know, perhaps they see no damage in this facade that another has made you place trust in.There is no love, there is no passion. All there is is lies. You are merely a game, a release, a way to pass a few hours.
I know the truth, for I was there from the start, yet the perverted fun you are giving to others at your expense alone is joy enough for me not to make you aware.
A sad tale of betrayal, if only you knew.