#poetryblock

He came with all sorts of warning signs

Enough to tell me that he wasn’t the one

But my dears I so wanted him to be the one,

That I slow danced with in my kitchen at age forty…

His sinister smile should’ve tripped my alarm

And caused warning bells to scream

But all I could hear each time he smiled

Were wedding bells accompanied with visions of me walking down an aisle

I should’ve seen the demons lurking behind his eyes

Promising to tear me apart

But all I saw was an emerald sea

That calmed all my demons

His burning touch should’ve told me that I was playing with fire

But never have I ever felt such passion that set me on fire

I wanted to feel enough of it

So much that I pressed myself closer, willing him to keep on burning me…

And everytime he kissed me

I should’ve tasted the poison he injected

I didn’t,

For all I could taste were the sugary sweet promises of forever

I should’ve smelt myself burning

Everytime he pressed me close

That as you guessed wasn’t the case,

For all I could perceive was the smell of him that I loved

It wasn’t until it was too late

That I begun to process the warning signs

I finally heard my alarms scream

And saw demons worse than mine behind his eyes

I finally felt myself burning

And tasted the bitter poison in my mouth

But I never smelt myself burning,

Not till I had been reduced to nothing but ash and dust….