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The Way She Loves

The way she loves,

Harsh and cruel is her inner critic.

Her mental wrath is swift and vicious.

She breaths tortured thoughts into an already broken soul, which harbors every word.

The pain she endures runs deep into treacherous territory,

Oh, the way she loves.

Her path unclear and filled with trepidation.

Lost within the world of tortured thoughts of past, present, and future,

The anxiety of the known and unknown weighing her down like an anchor.

Oh, the way she loves.

Where does she go from here?

How does she break free of the voice that has haunted her since childhood?

To let it go would be unrealistic.

Unrealistic due to her lack of understanding the “why”.

Searching for answers of understanding yet afraid to confront the outcome.

Oh, the way she loves.

Why do you care so much?

Do you find delight in the pain and self-torture that is afflicted upon those who haven’t been taught to love themselves?

Silently, she sits as you damage your soul question after question, with no answer to comfort the weakened eyes staring in the mirror,

No consoling the voice crying out for insight.

Oh, the way she loves.

Question after question and still no response,

Oh how she plays this game with the best tactics.

She is well aware that a mere response will bring comfort, while silence to the over thinker can be detrimental to one’s mentality.

Boisterous, obnoxious, intoxicating love is what holds her heart hostage.

Is this the way of love?

Maybe not, but it’s the way she loves.

From past and present experiences, she knows that love is reckless and cuts deep.

However, she wears her scars well without necessary repair.

The way she loves is the only love she has ever known,

Dysfunctional, angry, resentful love is the atmosphere where her love resides.

And this, is the way she loves.

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