Black Hearted Woman

He was foolishly falling into my trap of lust instead of love.
I was not trying to promise him or anyone else with more
Than one night of back scratching sexual pleasure with my
Razor sharp fingernails being the only ones to dig in deep
While piercing flesh. No one can enter past my blackened
Or icy heart. My naivety and innocence like a flower or dove
In the springtime are long gone. I am here to settle the score
On those who hurt me and I refuse to let anyone see me cry
Or scream like that ever again. No one else can try to keep
Their hold on me because I slip from their grasp, my acid
Like laughter echoes all around them. I am trying to release
My grievances like scattered birdseed, but I hold onto them
Tightly and hope that someone or something can take their
Place. That is why I want to focus on something temporary
To fill the gaping hole where my delicate heart used to lie.
I pray and hope that someday we will both find our peace
Among the stars. I wish that we can both find a sturdy stem
To steady us, but we can be cold hearted bitches who stare
Everyone in the eye and prey on the innocent ones who carry
Their scars. I am that place where the light may come to die.