Aftermath
Abandoned & stranded; distraught.. left a mess
Feeling more broken than she’d like to confess.
Longing a yearn to crave that one match
Condemned and shunned from the evils of past.
Assuming to each other is where they’d confide
When surely she’s stale; a zombie inside.
Absorbing each faux, taking him in
Realizing quickly she’d never win.
A puppet in his show, a ragdoll to beat
A guest of the devil, she can’t take the heat.
She fell into the trap…believed in his eyes
For it was her soul she neglected to disguise.
(2013)
I wrote this poem for those who feel foolish for ever falling in love.
