Every. Single. Time.

She sits broken and alone on a Friday night. Falling into a trap she knows all too well. Freeing herself again and again.

The bait is so delicious she can’t help but to go running back for more.

Her heart breaks into a million pieces. A shattering wine glass upon the floor. Much quieter now,  having been glued back together time and time again.

She reaches to her own captor begging to be rescued. Digging the hole deeper in her desperation to climb free.

The bait is so delicious she can’t help but to go running back for more.

A single word. The tiniest act. A small sign distorted into an act of love. She lies blind to a truth slapped so coldly across her face.

Trapped in a relentless merry go round of pain. Disguised as love it burns so deep. Scar tissue embraces her like the arms that embrace another.

The bait is so delicious she can’t help but to go running back for more.

No cleverly dispersed leaves camouflage. Pointless. No trickery hidden in schemes. She walks right in. Home.

Falling swiftly. Blind. She thinks she’s in control. Until another Friday night. Broken and alone. Falling into a trap she knows all too well.

The bait is so delicious she can’t help but to go running back for more.

 

 

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