House cats...
I savor you most-
when you're not salivating,
just pant some love now and then.
I like you best-
when your not growling,
just purr some affection.
Nearly devoured...
You hurt me by not listening-
you wouldn't listen, refused,
you abused rights,
pushing yourself beyond.
The cycle...
You shatter me with hissing
then purr your emotions,
covering the truth with lion eyes.
You charmed me in.
Showed your love by
kissing my wounds or by
forgiving pitiful me;
thus, proving you right,
proving me wrong; now
I'm painted as a crazy lady
in need of psycho-therapy.
Now, once again, I'm the liar.
Devouing continues...
your senses have grown weak,
they're no longer careful to-
smelling daisies or viewing lilies
and you've failed to see the harm-
of devouring the living.
Victims revert...
Yes it hurts, yes I miss him.
'victims mourning abusers,' why...
a profession of his love, always.
Complimenting, always exclaiming,
claiming always, lover of women,
a fighter for their rights...
Maybe was in truth, speaking...
No, he lies, has never lived up to himself,
always telling a tale, revealing a tid-bit,
victim searches through thinking spoiled-
victim searches, longing for what's known.
Travels back to abuse.
Conflict...
Missing love but hating devotion,
I'm spoiled wanting only a potion.
Wish I were content with what's given,
I'm bathing in my tears and-
crying more than weeping willows.
I can't stay away, what's happening,
I want my sweet baby, where is he...
No, no, no, I'm thinking wrong,
he's brainwashed me I can't go back
his deception will kill me...
Recollection...
I do miss him, but not the obsession
so much demanding created regression.
I do like the soft moments we shared,
his manly way of caressing this fair,
the memories forever are my great wall,
nothing man-made could ever break it.
Uncovered...
Shedding soul of veils
we find deceptions varied.
Identities strip away truths,
leaving all naked and vulnerable.
My feelings this moment....
My soul's weeping often,
is using depressions face,
to declare from hells pit that-
life sucks since love's wasted
on people bruising my heart.
My endurance of...
Brow-beaters, belittler's,
yes abusers that fill my plate.
Drama kings and queens-
waning whats left of me,
dishing up the life they behold-
into confused piles of anger.
Nothing better they possess,
than this miserable life owned.
seeking always to devour
worthless little me.
Greedy....
not for food,
thirsting not water,
but for selfish pleasure.
All of what's sought after
is done in self-interest.
Selfish persons receive
but don't give in return.
Relationships destroyed,
families destroyed,
lives destroyed,
all for greeds pleasure.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In one sunny day
longing grew ever stronger
Sweeter, more vibrant.
