Moron me be…..

Come

gather round 

draw near the fire

listen to the tale I will tell.

Lesson learned

myths have been spurned 

this is the lady of legend.

I thought I was smarter

I thought that I could do this

I thought wrong

so it would seem.

Beneath the smile

beneath the laughter

there is a tiny tear

the fabric of my being

torn asunder

never to be fixed more.

I denied you.

I fought you.

I tried to walk away

you called to me

you called my secret name

bringing me to my knees

I crawled back

a frisson of desire

a tightening of loins.

And once had

poof

magic smoke released

pain rips through

screams of rage

I denounce you.

I once was on

stood upon

a keel so even

serenity was my name.

But you

ripped off my mask

bled my eyes

for what

so you could say you did?

©Nov. 4/19

Picture via Pinterst