Complexities Of The Heart

Her intentions were wicked, of that he knew.
Yet he allowed her entrance to his heart,
A mistake from which he would have to learn.

A frail lace exterior contrasted,
from the poison that dewed at her lips.
Red lacquered claws lacerated his heart;
while her false sincerity oozed a morphine that eased his pain.

She caused a fury to rage within me, one I couldn’t deny.
She bent and contorted the one I loved, into a being I couldn’t recognize.
His eyes were now that of a stranger.
His faith directed toward a malevolent demon.

Tears streaked my face while he feebly cried, “Hallelujah!”
Just for the gratification of her touch.
He was ruined, for his identity was hidden in her iniquitous black eyes.

The outcome of this tragedy was inevitable.
She left him broken.

Time passed.
Seasons morphed in indistinguishable blurs.
Yet he remained fragmented, unwilling to mend.

I’ll wait for the day that it’s my touch he craves.
The day that my emotions are a reflection of his own.
The day that he will let me heal the wounds that she inflicted.