It's said the most damaged people make great lovers.
Born in the shackles of cruelty educated with pain..
Screaming for help but shame and curses is the sympathy willingly offered.
Pain silencing love redirecting blame to the unknown gods.
Hatred tearing down the pillars of love between two people that professed praise to it's birth
bringing this tragic end.
Lost to the dustbins of irrelevance just an instrument of disappointment
walking the earth with a burden of misery
Led in the lion's den with nature's ravenous thirst to dry every purpose..

A mind tethered to insecurities of feeling unwanted by the hands that once sang high notes of love with warmth...
Questions penetrating a mind bereft of comprehension, Victimizing every ounce of self worthy

The grand entrance of a blessed life of roses
reciprocated with hurtful pain drying every blossom of love
Led to the pastures to fatten for slaughter

left devoid of any comfort of love relegated to anguish and torment to feel peace....
Yet freely giving love to everyone undeserving a pernance for self blame....

Every fresh wound became a bandage needed to seal the emotional nuclear chaos..
Every tear pouring like cement filling the foundations of a new resolution to hate
Every thought turning into a prayer of self redemption....
Every comfort a distant scream lost in the isolated caves of darkness that was once home

Poisonous comforts became a welcoming dare
A walking sign with a smiling face advertising free opportunities to the willing to abuse..

Only angels can be the worst devils once the desire took grip..
Like a teenager's first aquintance to sexual pleasures of masturbation all warning signs goes unnoticed..
Like a tick on blood feeding until it's consumed by it's fill ...

Hatred of love singing a song of distraction like a war trumpet that only stops to victory celebration or when it's blown by the force of its purpose...

Love is always the strong joints that makes the strength of a chain and weakness of it's unrepairable break..

The strongest swords are forged in fire and cooled in water for strength
The same hammer that created it can also break it..

Afraid of love yet hoping for it..
lost to it's feel but always imagining it....

An armour can become a heavy burden if worn like a suit..
vulnerability is a needed sanctuary when fighting the inevitable

Running for the hills but losing strength of will..
leaving on the edge but afraid to fall..
Swimming in the ocean but yearning
for the shores
drawn to the shackles but searching for freedom
broken by hatred but craving for love

How can a mind run when my heart is standing still?


© luisRupende