No Filters
Rejection is nothing I am used to it
Somedays more so than others
Today was different
I took a risk
even though I did not feel ready
And I got my head handed to me on a platter.
It was unexpected, came hard and fast.
No filters.
He was brutally his dad; not himself at all.
I recognized none of his political correctness.
It was cold and mean; he turned into a cobra.
Venom zapped me into a paralyzed position.
He left me there writhing.
I will always remember this.
Wondering how I could have been so wrong.
Trusting him with my soul.
No filters.
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