Stained Love

I see the faces—
they don’t see theirs.
I went to them to vent,
thinking maybe it would ease my pain.

I saw something
I had never seen in anyone else,
wishing, finally,
that the right one came.

I trusted him with my secrets,
I trusted him with my sufferings.
I thought he would turn out
as light shining.

Look what I discovered—
he wrapped me in his love
stained with obsession.
Thought he was helping…
all he did was double my pain.

Love liberates; it doesn’t bind.
Free will is supreme—no one can confine.

He claims that he soothes others,
but little did he know—
he is buried
underneath his own shadow.