Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.
Her green eyes stabbed right through my soul,
Relentless slashes marked my dying heart.
I fell into the dark and endless hole,
That she had been digging from the very start.
I ran excited into her sly embrace,
Arms wrapped around unsuspecting love.
It was like sprinting in a deadly race,
For I ignored the traps hovering above.
Oh but how explosive was every touch,
When I was finding heaven in every step through hell.
More is not enough, but it's always too much,
For I don't think i have more soul to sell.
I did not run though the battle became a burden,
Her devious plan now caged me inside.
She left me broken, hurting, and rotten,
And there was no more option for me to hide.
Away she went into the night so concealing,
A piece of me went with following willingly.
The war I now fight proves quite revealing,
But the me who fights now moves quite chillingly.
© 2021 Kyler J Falk