Broken Vases and Bruised Faces – Poetry

9/14/17

Broken vases and bruised faces

My minds racing…

How the hell did we end up here

My mind took a rest, granting my heart the wheel

Unaware that she still wasn’t ready to steer

They crashed, landing in love with the devil in disguise

Charming guy…

But then I noticed a shift in his actions

Although my brain signaled red flags,

My heart… she was already attached

So when he took of his mask, I sat back, while the tears dripped down my face

And as he raised up his hand,

My reaction was not the reaction I told myself it’d be if ever I was hit by a man

 He put his mask back on as I sat quietly

Confused, bruised

I kept it to myself because I was ashamed…

And to top it off,

I forgave him, convincing myself this was a one time thing

But here we are again and as he takes off his mask

I catch a glimpse of his red eyes

Realizing what was next, the damaged woman in me met him with a surprise…

Broken vases and bruised faces

My minds racing…

Remembering how we ended up here

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