There is a type of man
with a heart as grey,
and dreary as a damp winter’s day,
who will compel you to
dim your light;
monochrome your kaleidoscope of colours,
in order to feel like a real man.
This is not Love.
No matter how it is dressed up.
He is a fatal disease that will
from the inside out,
until the only thing left of you is a
A ghostly imprint of the
you were created to be.
Run from him.
Do not look back.
You are so much more.
– Things we must teach our daughters.