My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

My boy only breaks his favorite toys.



In the heart's quiet chamber, where desires intertwine,
My boy holds his affections, like porcelain on a line.
He loves with fierce devotion, but shadows dance in play,
For love can be a game, where trust is led astray.

His favorite toy, a heart, so tender and so bright,
He plays with gentle hands, then shatters it at night.
With whispers sweet as honey, he lures me to his side,
But in the depths of passion, there's a darkness he can't hide.

He spins a web of charm, each thread a careful lie,
With every careful gesture, he knows just how to pry.
A smile like a dagger, a promise wrapped in gold,
Yet love's sweet, soft illusion hides the truth he won't unfold.

I'm drawn into the chaos, a moth to flickering flame,
His laughter like a melody, but I'm the one to blame.
For in this twisted dance, where affection turns to pain,
My heart becomes the playground, where manipulation reigns.

He breaks the things he loves most, as if to claim control,
Each fracture, every tear, a mark upon my soul.
Yet here I stand, enchanted, caught in his cruel delight,
For love, beneath the surface, is a battlefield at night.

So I gather all the pieces, the remnants of my heart,
A tapestry of love and loss, where trust has come apart.
In the echoes of his laughter, a haunting truth I find:
That love, when wrapped in manipulation, leaves the purest hearts blind.
He saw forever so he smashed it up
Oh, my boy only breaks his favorite toys.