Toy Soldier
Greenlighter
The Heart Collector sharpens fallacious martyrdom with
seasoned precision.
Then shapes it into poetry.
For alibi and empathy.
Years now.
The analogy parallels.
Only names change.
She scatters broken pieces wide, just to be everyone's.
And tears long practised. A constant.
Her love is informal.
Prudent rhetoric.
Her haul grows heavy from easy luring.
Versatility in deceit.
Forever ready to mimic the cry of victim.
But underneath, smiling.
Always.
Then circling perimeters of next week.
She becomes what she knows they want her to be.
Firstly.
Her life, fictitious with plotlines and 'real love' nominees.
She throws them to the pit of her past
and recalls them only as a front
from others.
The hypocrite's masquerade of virtue.
Without lovers she is nothing.
They staple her centres.
Give colour to the volumes she writes in her
sick mind.
She is library deep in the blood of stolen hearts.
On hooks they hang.
The trophys of her defect.
For reference.
Ever.
seasoned precision.
Then shapes it into poetry.
For alibi and empathy.
Years now.
The analogy parallels.
Only names change.
She scatters broken pieces wide, just to be everyone's.
And tears long practised. A constant.
Her love is informal.
Prudent rhetoric.
Her haul grows heavy from easy luring.
Versatility in deceit.
Forever ready to mimic the cry of victim.
But underneath, smiling.
Always.
Then circling perimeters of next week.
She becomes what she knows they want her to be.
Firstly.
Her life, fictitious with plotlines and 'real love' nominees.
She throws them to the pit of her past
and recalls them only as a front
from others.
The hypocrite's masquerade of virtue.
Without lovers she is nothing.
They staple her centres.
Give colour to the volumes she writes in her
sick mind.
She is library deep in the blood of stolen hearts.
On hooks they hang.
The trophys of her defect.
For reference.
Ever.
