The Woman You Fell For: A Poem
The only thing to do
Was hold onto every syllable
Flinging
From her serpent tongue.
Reverberating in your skull,
Scrambling your brain,
Her hot magnetic words
Were a loaded gun.
With you in her sights,
Aligned in the crosshairs,
She took hostage
Of your heart.
Brutal and
Beautiful,
You will hate her
But you will never leave.
