Who is the man who lives with me?

When did this stranger arrive? was he always this stranger, this shadow, this beast?

Where? How? Why? What the Fuck.

How did I not know the man I called my love, was so incomplete that he had to feed off me.

Who is this stranger that talks to me, who has no depth, no integrity. 

The pretender of Love, the one who never seeks to unfold, to see that underneath vibration speaks.

Why did I not face, the looks, the feelings underneath, 

how the distaste seeps, through his loins his groin, his hole so deep.

The stalker who watches. who sees the vulnerabilities, the open heart, that has such depths, such vastness, such love, 

mmm feast time for me, says the predator to the prey!!

Now why didn’t I see.

Thank you for the lessons, the buttons that you pressed and suppressed in me.

But now I have the eyes to see with my own integrity!

Thank you for letting me see the lack was never in me.