A diseased addiction 

Having escaped — 

One who was ugly, 

One who was grotesque in mind, 

One who worshiped possession, 

One who hid behind the cross, 

One who liked violence, 

One who dressed like a clown, 

An immature child obsessed with “family life,” 

A gym addict to suit his narcissism, 

A man who never should have had a wife … 

A man so far beneath her.

And she turned around and found one just like him, 

But even more of reject, even uglier,

Even more of a mismatch, 

So far below her. 

One who’d never wanted her before,

Until he could con her from afar, using her grief. 

He’d stalked her for real … 

Creeped her profile, but she was too dumb to see it,

Excusing a face she knew. 

And he was already controlling her. 

She told him of her problems, 

Of the one who really owned her mind, 

The one she could not let go.

And he used that too, playing hero, 

And she bought it out of spite for the other, 

Decided to ruin herself again in anger. 

A fucking dork in white pants, 

Hiding a sadistic smirk, a hidden streak. 

His mask bigger than his head. 

A normal person saw him coming a mile away, 

Social reject, incel creep. 

There was a reason women never wanted him, 

Sharing a psych profile with Ted Bundy.

But she was emotionally stunted and dead set on mistakes.

She wanted to hurt the one she wanted by hurting herself, 

Blinded by manipulation … again. 

He told her to ignore him, 

And he would always have an excuse like that for control. 

She’d go to him and likely disappear.

She never learned. 

She should have taken real love proffered. 

A diseased addiction to the diseased.