I think that I have shed my last tear;
I have stopped crying. I said I needed your love
and you made me feel so right.
Yet, I was losing my sense of self each moment I was with you
A stranger in my own body that you called yours,
But I do not remember who I was before I met you
It may very well have been yours —
every part of my flesh was at your disposal.
The way you looked at me boiled my blood —
so powerful, that gaze
My knees would give out and you were right there to pick
me up swiftly off my feet
Your sensual glare kept my heart beating.
Faster and harder it beat, like the flutter of a hummingbird
We fluttered and flew to extravagant places.
Each and every place was more beautiful than past, as if I too
was becoming more beautiful in your eyes.
Your gazed so strongly into my eyes that I never realized
your lips pressing into mine.
Yes, we were quite the love birds but I too was your prey.
Susceptible to your needs and wants but surreptitiously,
I was susceptible to your deceit.
When I closed my eyes to your kiss, I still saw you.
I saw US but not the other person
I did not see the other person shielded behind
your poisonous stare.
Who told you that you could have this heart to break until
a new one came along? How long…when did he come along?
Did you pick me off of my feet so fast that I failed to notice my surroundings?
I opened myself up. I gave you my flesh — the one thing I held dearest.
But you still used me. When did you stop caring? Why me?
I will and can no longer be your rare nectar you will flutter to when you already have something sweeter.
As I realized that our time has drawn to an end, it was too late for me.
‘Too late to reclaim my prior identity. What I once was, I had forgotten;
you inconceivably changed me with your persistent and sensual glare.
What happened to me? Who was I before you?
Now I have to go on my own journey in search to cure this amnesia,
hopefully not to flutter and fall prey to someone else.
I have shed my last tear; I have stopped crying. I am on my own
journey now to find who I was before your beautiful but entrapping stare.
~ Your Broken-wing