
Dark Poetry
The Cycle of Deceit
Never mistake return for love

Don’t ever think that it’s love when I come back. No, it’s not about love. It’s about the hold I have, the strings I pull. With every return, I see how your hope sparks, thinking, “This time, it’s different.” But deep down, you know, don’t you? It’s a cycle, a loop that keeps us tied, a dance where I lead, and you follow.
You believe in second chances, in the power of love to heal and grow. But here’s the truth, raw and unfiltered — it’s not about mending what’s broken. It’s about the power I feel, knowing you’ll wait, you’ll accept, you’ll take me back. Each time I leave, a piece of you withers, yet you stand there, arms open, heart exposed.
It’s not love, not the kind you read about or dream of. It’s a game of control, a shadow play where I am the puppeteer. You, my dear, are lost in the illusion, mistaking my returns for affection, my apologies for care. But it’s about the thrill, the dominance, the silent victory of knowing you’re still there, still mine.
And the saddest part? You think it’s love, a twisted version fed by my whispers and promises. But it’s not. It’s a charade, a cruel game where I hold the power, and you, you just keep holding on.
I wrote this poem from the perspective of the controller in a toxic relationship. It’s a raw look at how power dynamics can overshadow genuine affection. This topic resonates with many who have experienced or witnessed such relationships, and I wanted to emphasize the painful truth of mistaking control for love. The poem is a reflection on the darker aspects of human connections, where love is overshadowed by the need for control and dominance.
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