Zywa He said sweet things

He said sweet things

to make me think
he loved me and I
was very special to him

I was so young –
available, in his eyes
and in his hands

At first sweet, so sweet
but a game
that had nothing to do with me

We shared a secret
he said, and I doubted
until I no longer knew

I hoped to escape
the familiar intimacy
I dreamed of love

Poem 2499
Amsterdam, 2019-11-06

Collection: Freend 
Keyword: Abuse (at home) 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
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