Ravage Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Give it another title
Please, I beg you
Love is not a correct
Term for such an emotion
This is too twisted
Perhaps a passionate
State of misery could
Describe where I think
We should be looking
When determining
The name of this vile
Little ugly thing
Dripping out of your heart
And spilling onto my
Once clean, white page
Your face is forever stuck
Permanently on your
Automatic come hither look
My heart leaps and falls
Flat onto a hard surface
It cannot get up because
It fears for its chastity