To The Predator, From The Prey.

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    • tlc11211
    • is waiting in vain for love to find me.

    To The Predator, From The Prey.

    You took advantage of me
    You knew how I felt and you used it against me
    I was delirious, but it felt wrong
    It wasn’t just you and I
    You involved everyone
    Other people I’d never met
    I’d never even met you
    I’ve tried to forget
    I can’t
    Someone was there recording moments with a click of a shutter
    I just wanted you
    I didn’t want them
    It was too much
    I felt overwhelmed
    Polluted
    Nausea that was both physical and mental set in
    I tried to rid myself of all of the impurities I had amassed
    But there are relapses
    Snapshots keep materializing in my mind from associations that seem insignificant
    They aren’t insignificant to me
    Each association brings back a memory
    I can’t escape
    I feel powerless
    Alone
    You did this to me
    I let my guard down
    I hate myself so much for letting my guard down
    I should hate you
    Now I am worthless
    My eyes had life
    Now they are dead
    You were the hunter
    I was the hunted
    You tried to kill me
    Unfortunately you didn’t
    I’d much rather be dead
    Instead I’m wounded beyond repair

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    WordSlinger commented on To The Predator, From The Prey.

    06-11-2009

    The Theme, The title is awesome, and you expressed yourself well. I'm sure you'll have your day, the ending is cool.

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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