A poem on love bombing by Fahim chughtai
Trapped in your charming ways,
like a moth to a flame,
I was hooked by your dazzling act,
not knowing the game.
You put on a dramatic play,
and I fell for each line,
Little did I realize,
it was all just a malign design.
Showers of praise,
you bestowed upon me with skill,
Like a puppet in your clever hands,
I did your will.
Every word,
every touch,
all part of the spell,
Your love bombing tactics would make me swell.
Narcissist,
you played me so well with your sweet lies,
With whispers and lines to sell,
you had me hypnotized.
Love bombing,
a toxic spell,
left me in your empty shell,
Lost and alone,
in your fake world I fell.
Blinded by your bright facade,
I was the star,
In your night of manipulation,
you didn’t go too far.
You painted a picture of perfect bliss so sweet,
But underneath,
a serpent’s hiss, a deadly deceit.
Your love bombing left me gasping for air,
But now I see through your lies,
your false loving care.
Every promise,
every caress, just a disguise,
A clever mask to hide your true evil lies.
Narcissist,
you played me so well with your sweet lies,
With whispers and lines to sell,
you had me hypnotized.
Love bombing,
a toxic spell,
left me in your empty shell,
Lost and alone,
in your fake world I fell.
I’ve broken free from your twisted illusion,
No longer under your fusion’s confusion.
Now I stand strong in the truth I see,
Unfazed by your charm,
from your grip I am free.
Narcissist,
you played me so well with your sweet lies,
With whispers and lines to sell,
you had me hypnotized.
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