I wish I could smile as you watch me bleed
The pain of being away made worse by my return
My time afar was a slow burn
Yet all your dark signs I could not read
Did you get what you came here for?
Did you fool me with what I once adored?
Did you feed me an ancient lore?
Did your stories make you feel secure?
Did you think I would never wash ashore?
Did you think you'd win with a metaphor?
Did you think that the Reckoning
wouldn't come for you anymore?
You chose to live in the details
Do you like that?
I became your doormat
and the welcome guest of your blackmails
Did you come here before?
Did your journey leave you footsore?
Did this make you feel unsure?
Did my love never leave the bookstore?
Did you take what you came here for?
Did you want to be my false saviour?
Did you think that the Reckoning
wouldn't come for you anymore?
Our love was signed in blood
What we had was a pact
Yours dried out, so you took it back
And run mine through the mud
So I took what I came here for
And saw you through your metaphor
I see you for the carnivore
That left my heart sore
You can try to hide from door to door
But darling, you will be hit by the meteor
Oh Delilah, the Reckoning
Will wait for you no more
YOU ARE READING
The Boughs of Love
PoetryLove is patient, love is kind The wrong kind is toxic, the worse kind brings harm As you read this poetic story, do keep in mind To like and follow, if you so like my charm.
