Regrets

Thump, thump

Like the flicking of bad children,

My heart beats to the rhythm of your name.

I gave you my love,

Like candied hearts,

But you swallowed them whole,

No second thought.

I reshaped my form,

But you said you didn't want play-doh anymore.

None the less I kept my resolve and pursed,

After the rose whose scent had me wooed,

But you spun and ran until I said whew.

You cut my veins,

Drained my love,

Before I could curse your name,

With soft spoken words.

You kissed my lips to taste my blood,

You walked away to let me die,

But little did you know,

Lust stitched my wrists,

Now I just follow your guilty cry.

Reviews

[Winslow Des Totes]

Wonderful use of resonating diction, it's as if each stanza ends with a clap in my head! Music to my minds ear ;) Great write, nothing makes a writer stronger then lost love/pain, I hope your resolve for writing is that of this poems lust, and keeps you going till the very end. :D

[Robbie~xoxo~]

"My heart beats to the rhythm of your name.
I gave you my love,
Like candied hearts,
But you swallowed them whole,
No second thought."~ To be immersed in someone can take its toll, draining the love...especially if that someone is greedy...
Well penned!

[ghost writer]

Lust is a fickle little maiden...love wouldn't leave you out to dry! Nicely done..and with a dash of revenge...nice