Martine Locke


Monday, May 5, 2008

carry

i carry a scar
where she once trod
carelessly stepped
narcissistic love
pushed and pulled
blamed me for the try
i didn't listen?
while she gazed lovingly into my eyes

took me to her bed
broke my soul
fucked my head
said it was safe
only to retract
when she pulled
her love back

i carry a scar
where she once slept
spoke words of passion
in both of our beds
me thinks thou
doest protest too much
as she pointed at me
with her pistol cocked

i carry a scar
where she once loved
whispered in my ear
gave a push and then a shove
5 to 1 she bet
came round again
i ended up losing
or did i actually win?

i dodged a bullet
when she broke my heart
ripped it away
saved the best till last
magnificent deceit
hidden in eyes of love
that all crumbled down
when her push became my shove