8th house moon

There are some things so twisted that we make fairy tales out of them

Children's stories, our first exposure to the gruesomeness of reality.

Though the characters were drawn carefully,

often pretty and masculine,

there's no hiding the tragedies that took over our fantasies. 

And like my favorite characters, you were strong with good looks. 

It didn't take much before I was hooked.

Pretty eyes luring me down the rabbit whole

Lost and afraid, I hold you close.

Close enough for you to inject me with pesticides made to keep the happiness out.

You said you would water me, I thought pesticides were an addition.

Seems like eagerness never leads to wise decisions. 

Hopelessly devoted. 

I went with the motions.

By this time last year I was toting 'stead of emoting.

Things you taught me after traveling to your side of the world. 

You called me your woman, but made me your girl. 

Just enough to get a touch, to get a kiss, to make you lust

But when in need, you played your bluff, you'd always leave, never showed up.