poem #7: fisticuffs

you attacked my heart

bluntly and coldly 

with a lie from the past

presented to me in the form of

needing to know

man...

you put some stank on it too

my senses were thoroughly

offended...

unable to breathe from the stench

and the unbearable clench

my heart was the shape of  YOUR fist

because you held it in your hand

and you just manhandled it

and discarded it 

as if it were just shit

had me...

...yes, you had me

but did you earn me?

i put the cart before the horse

the trust 

before the worthy

the do

before the i

and i...i...i cry

i want to scream as loud as 

my box will deliver

to ask how lillied is your liver

to sit in~dig~nance

when you're the perp and traitor

how do "i" end up holding the bag

however empty...

now i see nothing but

ex cues for you to ex-it

stage left

right into a former me and you

starring you and her

while my universe

implodes

i hope the ride in a warped time machine

is worth the sacrifice of the promise

of a classic future with me

i pray that you're released from here

AND fear

and given the dream you chase

so that maybe it was worth it

to lose, the love i gave you

and you don't need to remix

or reprise

another come on

to come home

to a heart that no longer fits

in your fist

© 2008 Kween Kiwi