I wrote this poem in August of 2022.

love makes me feel trapped
trapped in a cage of desire and emotions
that I want to escape from
and I still try thinking this time
it will be different except it never is
so I’m giving up for a while-
Giving myself time to prepare for my next victim

Preparation is ‘everything’… but then again, ‘the best laid plans…oft go astray’…; -)
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