It could never be true because he only loves himself.
It could never be true because it is all wrapped in lies and woven with deceit.
My broken heart is more powerful than the small boy’s weakened mouth.
I am the jack of all trades, head back arms open catching rain on my tongue and lightning with my eyes.
Ferocious, tempestuous, and what is it they say?
Much, much too good for you are not well.
I understand do you?
You leave me bitter and unwell and in the dark.
How I love the dark. I will love the dark!
It makes the light so bright.
Another love grows deeper, do I let you in?
You’ll have to fight
your way through
the bloody mess beneath my ribcage.
And touch my face once more, softly.