There were so many love bombs in the beginning. So many words, gifts, adoration and affection. He couldn't give enough and I couldn't get enough.
Until he had me where he wanted me, and then the shirts shifted. The love bombs weren't there anymore.
The love bombs were traps set from the beginning to get me where he wanted me, under his thumb, in his control.
And when I attempted my great escape, the bombs of anger and accusations exploded. Under all the unassuming love bombs were explosions of anger and hate.
Comments
Post a Comment