hook, line and sinker

bait

I’m stranded,

swimming in murky waters,

polluted by your narcissism

and my lust.

You use my affection

for bait,

but still l bite your hook.

You reel me in

and hold me up

like I’m your trophy.

But that’s I ever was to you–

something to mount.

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