Beauty and the Beast [picture poetry]

Kindly share your interpretation or thoughts on this simple I wrote. You can share on what it entails and how it relates to real life or any event at all(perhaps a movie or some story you’ve heard)😊💚

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Sigh, how could I have been this naive
I am the latest victim of this virgin thief.
Now I lay used in his bed sobbing in regret,
Knowing his next move is nothing but my neglect,
And though his face may defend him otherwise,
Do not fall victim for this real mirage.

I always knew I had fallen for a thief,
For he stole my heart like the books describe.
I fell for the man and I fell for the charm,
Unaware harm was a letter shy of charm,
Now I wish my heart was as this bed’s wood,
Harder to penetrate and not just by words.

I fell for his perfect words and its magic,
And like a girl in love I quivered to his touch.
He was the kind of man my dreams would seek,
And his attitude was nothing if not unique.
So behold he had brought down my guards,
My mind, heart and body, they became his.

He played a long game that led to his bed
As he was a player hunting the queen, his chess.
So while I saw him a blessing he was my curse,
And as I knew him the more I knew him less,
Though I did not succumb the first time,
My story now shows that I eventually did.

He saw me like he does his chest tattoo,
Nice and beautiful, but nothing permanent.
But for my young self he was my paradise,
As this happened to be my first time in love.
I thought I had rolled six with the love dice,
But it was all a disguised blessing in disguise.

My revelation came from the ding of a phone text,
As the cat in me wanted to die and curiosity obliged.
But my spirit died, my soul fled, my body paralysed,
As thoughts of mine like these curtains became grey;
Finding I was the subject of a perverted dare
Love is blind was the only thing I thought clear.

In an instant my world turned pitch black,
With the bedside light trying to console me.
My feelings for this man were his console,
As he used them to play me quite well.
My anger began digging deeper than a well,
Only to bury the ‘not’ in thou shall not kill.

So as I wrapped the blanket around my body,
He lay there a conqueror, with a wrap on his dare.
He woke up and confessed but I am no priest
And my rage was let out too ready to feast.
I murdered him, the image above is incomplete,
As I stood over his body, “beauty and the beast?”

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For me I think sometimes people prey on other people’s innocent feelings of love simply to get the chance to lay with them. In this case it was something as trivial as a dare. All that trouble. Perhaps the relationship could’ve proceeded smoothly per real mutual love but… The very fact that you’d manipulate someone just to fulfil a dare seems like an emotional violation of trust and love. This is why some people find it super hard to be vulnerable again with their genuine feelings for another person. And in this poem this was the girl’s first time in love so just imagine.

What are you guys thinking?

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Keepstaying safe❤