There will always be indignation
in your newfound cupid,
who might've triggered
the fortress of romance to crumble.
Well, you can't blame the madness
in the throbbing heart of the empress
whom you slaughtered
on her own bed mattress.
The loud premises in her mind
have proven to be more trustworthy
than the delightful pledges
in the words you speak.
You once muttered in her nape
about wanting to fix yourself,
but did you find it
in someone else's neck?
You said, she has beautiful eyes,
but are they so exquisite
that they're blinded to your lies?
She was a fool to believe
that the knot you tied
was deeply impenetrable,
but it appears
you only seek skin-deep flesh
in her all-consuming love affair.
Look into the eyes
you once loved
and
greet them
with your Cheshire Cat smile.
Oh, my love, please tell me
that your Cupid is clean
and devoid of lies.
Tell me with dignity
that your brand-new strings
aren't the infidelity
you tried to hide.
YOU ARE READING
METAMORPHOSIS: WORDS BENEATH HER MATTRESS
PoetryHer upward trajectory in her buried words.
