The Blood & The Bones

Heartbreaker.  No, not even close.  That’s what they call me.  That’s what they expect of me.  They see the curve in my hips and the danger on my lips and they think, she’s trouble.  They feel my sexual aura and they assume that I am just that.. sex and sultry.. cunning and cold.  I am not but yet, I am.  But I am not just that.  I am so much more.  If you’ll let me be.  If you’ll stop looking at how my hips sway when I walk for long enough to listen to the honey in my voice or notice the tenderness in my eyes.

I am warm but I am weary.  And my heart is soft beyond the iron gate.  It is full of longing and love.  But, they see me and they assume that I am just here to leave a wake of destruction.  Yes, I am strong.  Yes, I am protected. But, my body is just a battlefield that lies before my castle where my heart, my mind, my soul are kept.   And there are demons there that stand upright and they are armed because so many have found their way past my defenses and tried to tear my castle down.  Instead of bringing their hearts to live there.

I am so tired of the assumptions.  I am tired of the labeling.  I am a gentle and loving woman if you deserve it.  Too many of you made me think you did and so I lowered the drawbridge and called off the guards.  I let you pass with little difficulty and you have proven time and time again why I must had more walls and seal up the windows because eventually you’re all just going to tear me down.

LL.