Bliss with a streak of grief

He calls her Babe~



And other words of endearment…

He lets her fly business class…

Buys her what she wants…

Gives her money…

Invites her to his house.


She is sold

On the idea of it all…

Thinks she’s more than special…

Why else would he be generous?

What’s the point?

She drifts far from her heart

Leaves the most important

In quest of what’s seemingly necessary

Love more than security


But he,

Like the previous him,

Like the very first him,

Has yet to leave…

He has given her bliss,

Spoiled her with the bling,

But deprives her

Of the love she wishes.


Photo by Oscar Keys

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