The Inward Lover Poem by Edward Webb

The inward lover,
can love no other.
There mirage of perfection;
hides a non-self affection.

Ashamed to just be,
From pasts of early age long ago,
where true love given just wasn't so.
minds cuts have healed,
but adults scars still show.

They live through the eye and not by feel of the heart.
Seeing their bodies from the soul, apart.
Then using their body as a seducing art.

They make in the mind a ideal self,
and try to project an image of success, beauty and wealth.
All be it if this is destruction of self.

In their worlds love is just a trick.
They seek out a supply of the fuel they need,
admiration of a projection, so the lie can feed.
money for a power to buy what they deserve;
this be the hell in which they serve.

Cold and ruthless no mater how much any pleads,
for there dissolved love of self is the heart that inside bleeds.

It is a life filled with no friends
, so they see,
and the objects around them, seen as ' just there for me'

They appear adult form
but they are a broken child inside,
taught by a non-love style,
their emotions should be put aside.

Love, loyalty, care and passion,
a sum to make an adult life ashen.
all just for them a label,
as no childhood taught,
so they become unable.

They trap,
people who hearts be red,
attacking individuals,
just an extension of them instead.

Not even Lover is a protection of another,
you are just an accessory,
in their projection to all other.

Yet their eyes will always see your inferior emotional buttons,
pushing them with all there charms,
so you react to their beckons.

Guilt, Belittle, so others seem small
and perfect self is how they wish to been seen by all.

Ive met a few upon my journey,
and can now spot them early,

The eyes truly are a window to the soul,
and confidence grows in people who are whole.

When you learn to trust your soul and heart,
this dissolves the manipulation art.

I now feel no regret of knowing these kin in hell,
for these lives are still precious and I hope, and wish them well.

There being part of my life journey,
has taught me how lucky I was in my years of early.

I hope one day in the mirror of which no eye can see,
the perfection of imperfection,
there is no wrongs in thee

for their lives are as beautiful and equal as all that be.
Then love them selves for who ever they maybe
and allow them selves to be happy and free.