Entrapped
My love, you were
A distressed little butterfly
With severed wings.
And, I had fallen deeply
In love with the broken Jade.
You had carefully tucked
Your tenebrous soul behind
A pretty stained-glass window.
And, I was an imbecile
Trapped in a devious love.
Perhaps, you were
The daughter of Judas;
For your betrayal was
So intricate that
It is now inextricably
Woven into my flesh
Like a prayer scripture
Etched on a cold stone;
The scars of your love
Are Carved into my skin
Like illusory tattoos.
And my shattered soul lays
Embedded in the most
Deepest and darkest
Of Ocean trenches.
Yet, my demented heart
Is my worst traitor ever,
Cos it still needs her
Like the Demon needs the dark.
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