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How It All Began

That day...
there was a certain
smell in the air...
like caramel....and sex

While I...
was all dreamy eyed, and
open...wide open

So Open...that
the devil didn't even set off any alarms
when he sauntered into my territory....

I was too young to know the warning signs
I was too naïve to know....I should have
been in a battle stance...instead of smiling

Welcoming my test of temptation
with open arms...
when I should have been fighting.

Defending my fertile land....
Or running... to save my land from
being defiled....
I was a starry eyed Love Child...
with eyes that were only set to see the good
in every soul I encountered...

I guess that's why he only looked like
an angel to me....wounded...but still
An angel.  


I saw the good....and
I only wanted the good in return...
Yet he...
He gave me so much more...
He... introduced me to
The University... Of Pain

He... made me his star pupil
Infiltrating my will
with whispers...and promises
Of Love...
Manipulating...My medulla oblongata
and my clitoris simultaneously....

Stranding me in the sea of my emotions
My...young and  newly fertilized emotions
Leaving me to drown...in the chaos
that was being created inside my body...
and my mind.....

See...
something fractures in a woman...
when lust is activated in her...
before her time....

Short circuiting...my soul mate pathogens
Trying to destroy my destiny....
before it could have ever been fulfilled...

He planted spiritual weeds in me
trying to choke the soul right
out of me...
Leaving me scarred...
Leaving painful graffiti
Where pleasant memories should have been.

I thought...he was an Angel....
Until he took a bite ...right
out of my soul...and made me watch....
as I heard
that part of my soul scream
as it fell to the abyss inside of him.

I watched him...as he laughed....
and licked my tears so he could
remember what my brand of pain tasted like

So how could he know...
that this....act
that this last betrayal
would undo him...

My Dark Angel...
My First Love....

How was he to know...
that he wouldn't destroy me...
But that he would plant
the seed....Of The Warrior
I was to be
Inside me....

He didn't break me...
He was the only one who could teach me
My first lesson of survival....

Never
Surrender
Your Light.

NO matter how good it feels
in the dark
Written by Firebyrd
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