Memoirs of an Angry Heart
This is my Curtain Call and Bow.
This is my Renaissance.
It’s raining now,
But all the raindrops in the world
couldn’t equal the amount of tears I’ve shed over you…
She was a porcelain doll,
You invited her in, held her, and let her fall.
*
You were her everything.
You tempted her by playing the Snake,
Little did she know that your smiles, your words, and all your promises were fake.
*
You wanted to break her, that porcelain doll,
You wished to hurt her,
Planned to use her…
Planned to abuse her…
You longed to rip her heart apart,
And you did it so discreetly.
*
She became afraid.
Your cold and cruel hands
– get them away!
She clenches her fists
When you grip her wrists.
*
She pushed you out,
“Let me be,” she would plead,
But it didn’t matter how loud she would shout,
You still carried out your deed.
*
Lies! Lies! Lies!
Just go away!
*
She thought you were a gentleman,
Thought you were kind and respectful,
So she thought…
Your true colors were revealed,
You hurt her terribly,
And these emotional wounds may never heal.
*
Crushed her dreams.
Stomped on her beliefs.
Locked her in darkness.
She thought she would never see the light again…
*
She’s running.
From you.
From life.
So sick of this…
She’s screaming!
She’s breaking on the inside!
There’s nowhere to hide.
*
You were everything.
Now you are nothing.
*
She trembles.
She cries.
She’s suffocating because of you!
*
She will rinse this all away…
She will paint you black.
You held her heart in your hands,
And you squeezed it until she couldn’t take it!
Couldn’t fake it.
*
Oh how she wanted to be free,
Wanted eternal slumber,
Anything would have been better than this
– Her dance with Lucifer and his ice cold kiss.
You knew she was fragile and vulnerable,
But you kept pushing –
Going further –
*
You persisted to hurt her,
She was drowning,
And you held her down under the water!
*
Wretched Devil,
Stay away!
Your heart is black.
You killed her,
But when she came face to face with her death,
She was revived.
She doesn’t need you.
She doesn’t want you.
*
She’s stronger.
She’s wiser.
She’s learned a great deal.
And now she’s more awake than ever before.
Nevermore
Will she cry over you.
She’s done, finished and through.
Once she would have laid down and died for you,
Once.
But not anymore…
*
She gave it her all,
She began to stand tall,
Put forth her strength and might,
And she broke through the darkness
And found the light.
*
She was…
Your doll.
Your toy.
Your lies.
Your marionette!
But never even a friend.
In the end she just wanted to fly,
In the end…
I spread my broken wings and said goodbye…
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