Who knew when I met her
That she was a con
That she would seduce me
That I’d be love  bombed?

She was so charming
I was tricked and cajoled
Who knew she was toxic.
Evil and cold?

She knew what I wanted
I was taunted and lured
If only I’d known
She was poison… for sure.

The sex and the passion
Clearly unmatched
She set the trap
And I was the catch.

She took what she wanted
Then cast me aside 
Once it was over 
I wept and I cried.

A ghost …. an imposter
A mere fantasy
A mistake …. pure fiction 
A sad tragedy .


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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