By Tracy Schruder
Never let them see behind your mask,
They don’t know your intentions, and they don’t know your past.
Never crumble when they cry,
If they ask for truth, tell them lies.
Don’t share their bed, and they won’t get in your head,
Keep them at the ready, because you bring wars that are steady.
Never wipe their tears, never comfort their fears,
Leave them laying broken on the floor.
Convince them they are broken, so they won’t walk out the door,
Keep them in chains of doubt, and never let them soar.
This dance of power, a toxic game,
Where hearts are bruised, and love’s to blame.
(This poem explores the dynamics of a toxic relationship, highlighting the manipulation and control that can be present. The title “Toxic Dance” captures the idea of a twisted and damaging interaction between two individuals.)
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