The Blood & The Bones

Something I’ll never quite understand is how someone can know the really awful things you’ve been through and knowingly put you through pain again. How they can reopen the wounds you have stitched and licked and tried like hell to heal.

Yet men do this quite a lot. I’m sure women do too but, as a girl, I’ve not been on that side of it.

I met a man that seemed to be quite harmless. In fact he seemed quite lost but in a good way. In the way a man does when he’s gaining ground. And he made me laugh constantly and told me I was beautiful. He had a tongue of silver and his words made love to me in other languages. He was cunning though and I didn’t see it coming. I thought his mouth was warm and wet and only capable of good things. But, instead it housed a dagger that would cut you right through with half truths and beautiful lies.

I soon found out he belonged to another the whole time and he had been lying to the both of us. He had one foot in the past and one in the future, straddling his infatuations. A pull between the light and dark. I couldn’t put my finger on it but my heart said it wasn’t what I thought it was early on…. but I went with my head instead. Funny how I confuse those two. Funny how some of us should lead with our hearts.

I might still be in shock. I’m not quite sure what I’m feeling. The words in my head are all blurry. The words pulsating from my heart are more like cuts filled with hurt, anger and disappointment.

The one thing that is crystal clear is that the blood is on his hands. He knows that though. Yes, I think he knows.

Your curse is the trauma you end up with. And my gift is I’m set free. You took only the time the universe needed from my pocket watch heart and now you’re back into the unsettling up and down. Yes, I could’ve been good for you but that’s a good you’ll never know. You will always wonder.

You two deserve each other.