He wasn’t loud.
Didn’t chase.
Didn’t flirt.
No tell-tale trace.
Smart.
Respected.
The kind they all admire
Quiet eyes,
A mind on fire.
You thought,
“He’s different.
He’s safe.”
But wolves don’t always
Show their face.
Played the part
So effortlessly,
That you mistook
Cold for clarity.
Bit by bit,
You dimmed your light,
Till you were just
Trying to make things right.
And when he left,
He had his script
“Maybe I’m wired wrong,
Emotionally clipped.”
But truth be told,
He just took what served,
Then walked away
No guilt preserved.
Outwardly kind,
Inwardly mess,
He drained your worth
Then called it stress.
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