(Applies to abusive women too)
Some men don’t just lie—
they sculpt themselves
into dreams,
shadows taking shape in
the form of your desires.
They watch you, study you,
learn the rhythm
of your heartbeat,
the pauses in your voice,
the way your eyes light up
at certain words.
And then they become him—
the man you’ve been waiting for,
the answer to every silent wish.
At first, you hesitate.
You’ve heard the stories,
you know better.
But they are patient,
so terribly patient—
never rushing, never pushing,
just… being.
Like water, they flow
into every empty space,
fitting so perfectly into the
cracks you never knew you had.
So, you trust.
You exhale.
You open your heart
like a locked diary,
letting them trace their fingers
over every delicate page.
You feel safe.
You feel seen.
You feel home.
And you never stop to ask—
is this love,
or is this an illusion?
But illusions do not last.
And masks,
no matter how carefully crafted,
always slip.
It starts in whispers.
Small, almost imperceptible
shifts in tone,
subtle contradictions in stories
once told with such certainty.
The warmth begins to cool.
The tenderness starts to fade.
And then, one day, you see it—
a flicker, a crack,
the briefest glimpse
of something hollow and dark
beneath the surface.
The man you loved is not real.
He never was.
He was only a carefully
painted image,
a work of art created with
deception and manipulation.
And the moment you
see through him,
the moment you pull back—
the monster awakens.
Because narcissists do
not lose with grace.
They do not accept exposure,
do not bow their
heads and walk away.
No—when the truth
corners them,
they twist, they lash,
they rewrite history
with a venomous tongue.
The man who once adored you,
worshiped you,
now speaks your
name like a curse.
You are too sensitive.
You are too needy.
You are the problem.
The villain in the story
they now tell the world.
And the worst part?
For a moment, you believe it.
You replay every moment,
dissect every word,
searching for where
you went wrong.
How could I be so blind?
How did I not see?
Maybe I do have
bad taste in men?
But no.
You were not blind.
You were not foolish.
You did not fall for the wrong man—
you fell for a mirage,
a ghost in human form.
And when the mask fell,
when the illusion crumbled,
you were never looking at love.
You were staring into the face
of something soulless,
something that never
knew love at all….
Phoenix Rising – Still I Rise
Meme via Phoenix Rising-Still I Rise private, confidential group.
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