Reflection

She looked down to avoid her reflection.

Ashamed of what she had become.

At first, she was his perfection.

Their hearts beat to the same drum.

She yearned for his affection

Yet he treated her like scum.

She lost her sense of direction.

Who would’ve thought she would succumb.

She lost her artistic expression

 She wouldn’t pick up the guitar to scrum.

His love was like an infection

She couldn’t overcome.

She was once proud to be his selection

But he left her feeling dumb.

It started with over protection

She started to feel glum.

Next it was inspection

She started to feel numb.

Then it was her objection

We all know the outcome.

It was more than physical connection

 His “I love you” was like rum.

She blamed self-deception

It blinded her for what was to come.

She was tired of neglection

She became unrecognizable to some.

He cared nothing about her loss of conception

She always wanted to be a mum

She fought depression

But she knew who she had to get away from

Ahead was progression

She ran from his slum