until i was already trapped.

a poem about love bombing and how destructive the aftermath can be.

Photo by Joshua Sukoff on Unsplash

his love bombing

didn’t feel like an attack

until i was already trapped

and being with him

emulated captivity like

a metaphorical siege

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com

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