(I wrote the poem below in 2021 and posted it at the time on the now defunct ello. This poem could be about two different men. Perhaps both are culprits to you.)
I wake during the night worrying
thinking how often he’s deceived you
brazenly and repeatedly
and exploiting you with his lies
to feed your doubts and fears
and bend you to his will — not yours
I worry you’ll never recognize
his deceit and how he’ll cast you aside
when you’re no longer useful to him
as he’s done to others like you
viewing you as a pawn to lose
yet it’s not too late for you to wake
walk away from him and his ilk
free his burden from your mind and heart
for there’s no peace clinging to his darkness
put the travail into your past
open your arms to your true friends
and rejoice to newfound love of others
he has nothing to offer you.
Unfortunately, I've been on the receiving end of this all too often. Sad, really.
I've been there more than once.