Running With Scissors

There’s a red flower blooming
Where my heart used to be
That’s what I get
For running with scissors
Through the streets
Of empty promises
And imaginative lies
Down the garden path of love
To Wonderland
Complete with the Mad Hatter
And a Cheshire cat  
Alice looking over my shoulder
Offering me cake and deception

There’s a red flower blooming
Where my heart used to be
Shimmering against my black attire
That I wear not in mourning
But defiance against the ideal of love
That looks more like a wasteland
In the aftermath of words
That shaped themselves
Into acid rain
Burning all that was beautiful
Into a pile of indiscernible goo
That we used to build a tarot card home
Pretending the future was ours to control

There’s a red flower blooming
Where my heart used to be
And I’m still listening to the hymns
That caught my crystalline tears
And threw them back in my face
Imbedding themselves like glass shards
Into my memory, only to melt into nothing
Leaving the ghost of a tear
Glistening on a frozen cheek
Waiting to be kissed better
While we looked the other way
And it’s not you I want…
As you seep from my pores

There’s a red flower blooming
Where my heart used to be
And I don’t miss you
The way a lover should
And if we should ever speak again
I’d have one thing to ask…
“Do you want your scissors back?”
Because they are no good in my chest
And maybe I’d like the chance
(Stupidly so, I will admit)
To run off with someone else’s scissors
So I can stab myself again
With this thing called love

© Indie Adams 2012