Tuesday 12 February 2013

This Is A Poem I Wrote From A Memory I Had Today

Broken From Birth

Being heart broken the way to healing
Women choose men for this reason
Decision made from broken homes
left on cold conciousness of stone

and forgotten

Until a woman in love remembers 
all the maternal faces he has known 
And guides his mouth towards hers
as she sucks in his pain as her own

poison

Trust her to also go
She looks just like the other women

so he pushes her

She falls
She is not safe in his crumbling tower
She can't be stronger than his mother 
He blames but she no longer listens

to his pain

His moans sound the same as
ice-cream falling out of undeveloped hands
and tantrums 
throwing her to the ground

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