Stained with selfishness and spite
She stabbed my back with a dull jagged blade
All with a smile on her face
He screamed into my ear
Shit filled delusions of superiority
Wreaking of greed and immaturity
I stumbled over my own bad judgment
Shifted through the thick fog of disappointment
I abused my own temple
Cut deep into the pain
Purged to cope with the rejection
Closed my eyes and prayed for the end
I grew weary of this dark place
It's monsters
The way they feed on naive trust
Wear well crafted masks
Prey on bleeding hearts
My impression of love...
Always a motive
Always a paralyzing word
Enjoyment on their faces as they pull the strings
Of us lowly puppets
Twisting and knotting us up
Until we are useless
Hanging in limbo from our gullibility
You found me broken
Clinging to the comfort of empty space
You cut me free
Carefully untwisted the ropes and knives
Lightly kissed the bruises of my mind
Stared directly at the scars
And called me beautiful
You stationed yourself to my side
And have not moved
You carry my baggage with grace
Your kindness drowns the voices in my head
Your gentleness seals my wounds
Your touch soothes me, where others left me shaken
Your words comfort me, where others left me feeling small
You have the nerve to ask me why I love you like I do?
I never even knew what real love felt like until you found me
It had only been spoken
Never shown
Everything I thought love was
You proved wrong
I am forever grateful
Story of Us
Mixed Media on Wood Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart
Mixed Media on Wood Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart
