If I'd known who he really was I would have turn around and run.
The days with him was like having a bipolar father.
I thought I knew him but his shifts between anger then a card that said hope you have a great day, had me reeling.
He prayed on vulnerability
My lack of information made me a target.
He could make me love him one day and hate him the next.
He was a price to pay, a person who never gave for free.
There was always a catch, it just happened to be me.
Lots of great lines--the heartbreak oozes through--especially that last line.
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