The ring feels heavy, a band of cold fire,
A promise whispered, a future desired.
He’s kind, he’s steady, a harbor of peace,
But beneath the calm, a disquiet won’t cease.
A shadow lingers, a ghost in the hall,
The memory of whispers that poisoned her soul.
His name, a flint spark, ignites in the night,
A dangerous flicker, both wrong and so bright.
She remembers the cutting, the words sharp as knives,
The tearing of spirit, the draining of lives.
Yet, something within, a wounded, dark plea,
Craves the chaotic, the wild and unfree.
He calls, a low murmur, a serpent’s soft hiss,
Promising passion, a stolen, dark kiss.
She knows it’s a trap, a familiar despair,
But the pull is so strong, she can barely forbear.
The white dress awaits, a symbol so pure,
Against the black longing, she’s struggling to endure.
Torn between solace and a painful embrace,
She stands at the crossroads, lost in this place.
Will she choose the comfort, the love that is true?
Or succumb to the darkness, the ghost she once knew?
The answer hangs heavy, a breath held in fear,
As the echo of poison still rings in her ear.
—
A poem written by an AI software.
The truth is, I’m really considering cheating on my fiancé with a guy I used to date and had a one-night stand with (but he was verbally abusive towards me…)