King Of Heartbreak

=/ Dedicated to the Boogieman, Don.

 

I’m despised by the king of heartbreakers & cheats

Who bends my back till it snaps to make me kneel at his feet.

The angry, spiteful glares he casts me now are all but sweet.

If I speak out now, his fist is all that my lips will meet.

 

He grabs my hair, & spits hatred in my tearstained face.

Slaps me around, pushes me down & tells me I’m a disgrace.

All the promises & dreams he whispered are now replaced

With screams & insults designed to cut deep & profanity laced.

 

The blood in my mouth has a bittersweet, metallic taste.

My cheeks are sticky with tears that coat my fingers like paste.
People pass me by, watch me cry, mutter “What a waste…”

How can he spend so much time on me, then rush away in such haste?

Reviews

[Cardinal Robin]

The waste is yourself on this human t**d...but I digress...It speaks well of the nature of Passion and the classic "she didn't know whether to Fight me or F@#* me"...sad state of affairs.
We all want the wildness, we are from it, and our essence evolves, towards or away. The Darkness can be bittersweet sexual addiction ending in violence and emotional toxicity...that some people can make their POWER! This craft has great cost to the spirit...
Blessings beyond these realms...Truly!
Robin