The damsel in this dress
is not as sugar coated, as sweet she might seem
Because alone , she makes herself sick with her pretenses and her apparent lack of insulin
Looking for an escape ; a haven
The damsel in distress
finds herself ensnared in a trap, once more in a mess
Naive and helpless
she holds his hands and teeters into the dark abyss
a place unknown
Where nothing is familiar , yet everything is,
Every word softly spoken, but she remembers nothing said
Every move seemingly rehearsed, but nothing was read.
The Damsel is undressed
Not seeing that she is nothing but a conquest
to him.
A challenge, a test
Which he passes, and she fails....
To acknowledge that he is not the hero, but is here to bring her pain
And he does
For she feels it again , and again, and again.
The damsel is distressed
A stare so forlorn and cold
she looks Possessed
Realizing too late now that she has made a mistake.....
One where she allowed him to take all she had
The Damsel in distress
has cried her eyes out ; but now is vex
At herself, at the world, at him
For engaging in sex
Especially when she realizes it was mediocre , at best
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