You promised your heart to me.
A promise that grew, like a seed planted,
Waiting to be transplanted.
Changing course to the next women you will swear yourself to.
This is something I should have knew.
But I recognized it once it got too big; it grew.
I found your promises.
Scattered across your other lover's body.
The words that fall from your lips to climb into another's head.
I found your heart.
Tangled in another lover's blankets.
Waiting to be uncovered and set free again.
I found your breathtaking smile.
Lying in another's eyes.
Floating in her waters.
I found your body.
Rubbing against another's.
Transformed into something else.
The stars aligned.
The words connected.
The reasons multiplied.
Your soft hair tured into razor-sharp horns.
Horns that will pierce my chest.
Steal my breath.
Your eyes turned into a mine-field.
Exploding my brain.
Tearing out my senses.
Your sweet smile turned into honed fangs.
Fangs that rip out my heart.
Shredding it to peices.
Your feet tured into cement blocks.
Brusing my body with their weight.
Scraping away every inch of flesh.
Your hands turned into thorns.
Thorns that persuaded me to ignore them,
And just except the roses.
People say because of what you did,
You are not a real man.
But I can't think of anything you are other than.
Every hurt felt real.
Every tear felt real.
Every kiss felt real.
You are a real man.
The marks you leave are real.
The idea of your type of real turns into steel.
From your hands sprout monsters.
Bodies fighting, screaming, clawing.
Beasts that are born from you.
Your hands are bombs.
Your smile a trigger.
Your body is a walking storm of gun fire.
The footprints you leave scorch the earth.
Your beasts knock down buildings.
A trail of fire marks where you have been.
For anyone out there- don't be a real man.
Stop this situation- it is dire.
Unless you want to leave a trail of fire.
You don't have to believe me.
But I will fight tooth and nail,
To not be a mark in your trail.
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Shattered Thoughts
PuisiPoems/lines that have sprouted from my dark broken mind that has been cleaved in half. Feel free the cry... ~~~ RANKING: #1 IN POETRY
