Our Battles ~Maria Mena

Not tied down..

Insolence leaves me no choice…

contemptuous feelings fill my eyes half full…..

“Our battles are repetitious
if not broken poetry
and maybe that’s the attraction
that you’re as self-absorbed as me”

Fruitful unfaithfulness…. preach anything but the truth..

Gamble with your muses because this world offers you its untouched falses,,,

Fed is that beast within….

“You jumped to the conclusion
and landed on my chest Now how am I supposed to make you see.”

Artist may have their art, but thy sir made lying an art for all but the faithful,

Retribution in that defenseless soul……..now stripped of its innocence…..

Take all that you can to leave the barren just as defenseless…

“I’ll just write this down
with hopes that you’ll understand
I can no longer be disciplined by
the frustration of an insecure man”

Admire he who wears the same mask every night and every day…..he cannot be what he isn’t…and will pretend anything but to be….

Afraid of him thou shall be who speaks with the tongue of honey and yet wears the cloak of mischief and stalks the lonely street..

“And as I kiss your face you’ll know that
I can no longer apologize for
your former lover’s mistakes”

When did the unfaithful contend those who pretended all but to be?

Wounded are the forgotten….

Like those unmarked graves they will remain unremoved…

Forgotten and yet Forgiven..

Mourned and yet always blessed as they will be…

“My past is mine to keep
Who are you to question me…?
Perhaps someday you’ll learn
Too bad
it’s not our turn”