Shadows Of My Heart (poetry from the soul; for the soul)

This Isn't Love

Our love was like a dormant volcano,

Your dirty tricks only to me you show,

But slowly my anger it would grow,

With the lies that ruptured my soul

That disturbed me to my core

That shook me,

That shattered my reality,

The explosion thereafter defying gravity.

Surely you should have seen the ashes,

Surely you noticed my wet lashes,

As I kissed you with my very being,

When you claimed to love me in that moment,

That season.

But now I know the truth,

I was only an object of fascination,

A project that grasped your attention.

Something to be fixed,

Like a car missing a few parts,

Maybe that's why you torn me apart.

Maybe that's why you played with my heart.

Maybe that's why as you fiddled with my breast,

Your touch always lacked finesse,

You were busy looking for a way in,

And when you had but all given up,

You went lower,

Pushing the limits as though to emphasize your power.

But soon enough I'll knock you off that tower,

That high-mindedness that you think is your high horse,

But you're no knight in shining armour,

And I'm not your damsel in distress,

You're only a predator with an inferiority complex.

So tear me apart,

Take all the pieces,

Expose all the creases,

And let everyone see,

The real state of this volcanic misery.