We are told confidence is what a woman seeks in a mate. To be the knight of their dreams and take charge, with sword and shield in hand. Fearless when facing overwhelming odds. Never allowed a gap in the armor or to fall and not rise up.
The string that holds all that together is still just a man. If you are going to stand behind me then don't slip your dagger between the plates that protect the soft flesh within. Only because I have let you in close to see the frailty that lies within.
The song that lies on your lips with promises of my hands on our hips. "Be prefect and immortal" you say to me, "rope the moon and swing down from the stars. Love only me and forget your scars."
You and only you know how to rub that most tender flesh, the scars that you have placed on my breast laid bare before you, then you mock my weakness where none can see that which you really are.
As open to another as completely I will never be, guarded from the pain you inflecting on me. Like a brave soldier crying his last tear to his mother and God when all other hope is gone.
With lies on your lips, about my hands on your hips. Tasting your sweet, poisonous lips.
After you I had only one hope. Tear me down, that is what I did. On what bones do my foundation lie?
Now I listen to sad songs that make me feel better to be alone.
Where can my confidence be reborn? What can I do to regain my throne or is it better to just walk alone to never know the disappointment of misplaced trust? How do I reopen this scared up heart?
Asking these question before I met you would have been the best thing to do. Knowledge gained but not to late. I still have pages to write in this book know as my fate.
No comments:
Post a Comment