Sincerely, The Captive

Dear Broken Man,

Your tale will be told

The words dropped

Like blood upon a page

To be reflected back

To the creature

Who aimed to tame

A heart worth more

Than his sordid tales

Of conquest,

Of his stolen triumphs-

Of the words he coveted

And claimed as his own

Erasing the name

Of their rightful owner.

You formed a box

With a lopsided lid

And broken hinge,

An attempt to keep

A fluttering spirit

Within-

Hidden from eyes

Of passerby,

You projected yourself

Upon a mind innocent-

You shoved and prodded

When beautiful suitor

Peered through jail cell

You forged with weak metal-

Your fear that an escape

Would be imminent

That it was the outer world

That would find the weakness

And not the mind within-

You awaited the attack

From the outside-

Plotting and scheming

Creating a twisted character

Of the pure of heart-

Filling the ears

Of your captive

With lies easily seen through-

You claimed the words

Of the dead!

Of the dead

Lead you to speak ill

Lead you to cage

The one that had saved you.

Only your guilt

Turned her into

The double edged sword

That destroyed the coffin

That destroyed the jail

You shoved her in

And pierced the black heart

You claimed had always

Belonged to her-

It was realization

That destroyed your perfect plans

A light easily glimmering

From the eyes of your captive-

Your vision twisted dear boy

And created a reality

Most unflattering-

Your fears unfounded

Became the truth-

A love had died

And in its place

A flower of loathing.

Be careful of the thorns.

Sincerely,

The Captive