Red Flags

You’d claimed you’d been searching for someone like me,

You said I was the girl you’d been looking for.

I should have know better this time around,

The red flags I blindly saw from the start.

In the beginning you tested the waters,

To see if you could get into my heart.

I should have took the signs, I saw all the flags.

But I believed the lines you gave me.

Oh the flags I should have listened,

When you basically out right call me a whore.

Red flags, I could’ve had full bouquet.

God you sure loved to brag.

Gaslighting was your technique,

Watch out! He’s a fucking scumbag.

Now it makes sense,

How you tried to tempt me with my addiction.

The misery you showed, duh you were clearly in active addiction.

Jesus, why didn’t I just listen to my gut and prediction.

For fuck sake, you laid a pipe in front of my face.

The thoughts that filled my mind,

Thank for, I had relapse prevention in place.

The plans I had,

The goals I set out to do,

You said you supported me,

Ha, fuck this was so untrue.

Every time I’d try to leave,

You came back to love bomb.

The best one…..

Church and a psalm.

You knew how to pull my heartstrings,

How would do it with BS apologies so cleverly.

The pity stories, and the I’m sorry’s, again, I’d let you back in.

But by the end, the red flags finally wore too heavily.

You tried to break me,

Damn, does misery love company.

My mind at the end so fucked and clouded.

Thank God, I’m free!