Dichotomy
ARC
Neglect.
Jealousy.
I was nearly broken before it started.
Love
the lack thereof
leaving jagged scars across my heart
and self.
Torn.
Virgin territory.
And so it began.
The first came.
Tall
dark
handsome
dangerous.
He saw through me
with frightening green eyes
and I was helpless.
My mind was an open book
full of love poems
and he tore out the pages
and ripped them to shreds
with his strong, gentle hands.
He toyed with my affections
as though they were not real;
this may have been true,
but I was blind.
He pierced my breast
and saw my heart beating his name.
He took it in his hand
and held it close with an evil smile.
He crushed it to a blood-red powder,
turned to leave,
and knew that I knew he would return.
I was shattered
bleeding
naked
sobbing on the cold hard floor
unable to mend myself
and not caring if I ever did.
The second came.
Angelic
brilliant
glowing
kind.
I looked up
out of my crimson cell
and thought an angel had found me.
He saw through me
and I was captivated
by blue eyes that held no danger,
only light.
He spoke silent words
wiped away tears
and brought my heart back to me
shining and whole.
He stayed with me.
Such is the dichotomy.
From outside myself,
I watch the opposites
tear me in half
again and again.
With a feverish sorrow
and a kind of masochism,
I see the destruction
and weep.
I am not myself anymore.