He tore me open and consumed me,
Finishing off with my skin to give no remnants a fighting chance.
I took it with pleasure on my face
But my heart pounded and begged and pleaded.
This organ bounced in his pocket,
cold and detached,
trying to find warmth in the depths of the dark hole,
inching closer to his skin
but the veil made it clear;
you cannot touch his soul.
Me, heartless, lost,
roamed his path after him,
too weak to fight the lies,
but ever pushing the scorching truth behind.
I stumbled and fell into the arms men
Seeking to share their hearts,
to bring solace,
but they liked theirs pumping within them.
My heart was now far off,
but I could hear her whimpering.
And then came the tug.
A few more steps and she would have been gone forever
I scream, yell, curse.
She is dropped to the ground with a thud.
He walks away.
She is crying.
I know she is damaged
but I will not take a step closer.
She is better there.
She knows it too.
If I put her back to her pedestal
She might not survive another giveaway.
Don’t pity her though, she’s a patient one,
waiting for the Good Samaritan
to mend and own her for a change.