my exterior is tough
weathered
marked by battle scars
as is the heart which beats within my chest
but my bones
are those of the robin
who arrives to signal spring
hollow
airy
easily crushed under foot
you broke my wish bone
with your dishonesty
and now I cannot fly
what good is a bird
who is grounded
The clock marks time
tick
tick
tick
it’s been long enough now
that I almost can’t recall
why I fell in love with you in the first place
Maybe it was your stellar acting skills
A regular Shakespeare of the long distance relationship
prancing on the stage
waiting for my applause from the front row
and you, merely
throwing me crumbs, always giving me excuses
of why you couldn’t give me actual time
More of the
tick
tick
tick
I chastise myself for holding on too long
ignoring what was staring me in the face
anxiety mounting
tearing at my fresh skin, newly healed
Your claws digging deeper
into the fresh carrion which was my
already abused heart
the wounds you left more devastating
because they were poisoned with the lie of love
You were the worst kind of wolf in sheep’s clothing
cleverly concealing your incisors
distracting with gallantry and double speak
drawing me ever closer to the
quilt of lies and chaos under which you laid
“Let me soothe you”
“I am not like all the others”
“Feel safe with me beautiful”
“I love you”
What big lies you have!
lies which swallowed me whole
sucking me into their vortex
spinning me ’round and ’round
threatening to drown me
and silence my inner knowing
Me, ingesting my doubt
instead of spewing it out so I wouldn’t aspirate on it
You, being the wolf you are
saw all the goodies in the basket I carried
and knew all the right words to
make me relinquish them
Whatever was your purpose?
except to stroke your big bad canis lupus ego
Eventually the woodsman will catch up with you
you looter and plunderer
and cast a downfall upon you
the likes of which
not even your pack will be able to rescue you from
I, walk away
to face another day
wrapping my crimson cloak tighter round
vowing
to never be hoodwinked by a wolf again
How many goodbyes must there be?
Love always walking away from me
Leaving me standing
Alone
Broken
My heart shattered
Yearning for a man to speak kindnesses
Not lies
How many lessons must there be?
This was this week’s submission over at WordCloud Wednesdays. I was unable to come up with anything for the last couple of weeks, but this one seemed to flow easily. I guess you just never know when it’s going to come, or how. A couple of days ago, it felt like drudgery to write, but my bad poetry has seem to come easy the last couple of days.
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