My Heart - Poem by lhyla red
Battered beaten ripped and torn
Sliced and diced stabbed and scorned
Abandoned stranded left to die
Shouting screaming kicking why? !
Words of pain
Heartless; what I’d rather be
Tired; of playing this torturous game.
A mirror lies upon an outside physical attraction
Deep inside for a major distraction
Giving up on what one would call love
I call disaster
I call my worst enemy
Letting me down time after time
After these walls I’ve built up
so no one can ever climb
My eyes sparkle and shine
Like shattered glass on the kitchen floor
Shes been called everything in the book
From a hero to a whore
The make up..or fake up
The hair clothes and shoes
Can NEVER cover up the pain..the lost
The regret of my hearts mistakes
No one has what it takes
To cure this dangerous goddess’s infinite issues
Father liked to play the absent role
Until he didn’t have the option of seeing her
He left also taking her soul.
No one to consult to.. for her comfort
For him to mold
My “heart” as one would call it.
I call it my shield. When love tries to enter
It tends to yield
Feelings never truly revealed
My “heart” as some would call it.
Used to being left alone.
“my heart”..as most would call it.
Struggles to find itself
As its been kicked around scratched up and toyed with
As it lies on an ancient dusty shelf
Back and forth I try to reconcile
Try to make sense of this repetition of
Still I cant find out..when? why? How?
To feel this way.
Until this very day..
Back in forth inside my head
I still wonder
Why my “heart”…
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