Feint

To the fickle heart...

Fleeting, ever fleeting.

Weaving in and out of our lives.

Leaving without goodbyes.

 

You appear and then vanish like a ghost.

You feint and flee when we need you the most.

 

Fighting, are you fighting?

Pray tell, do you even try?

My hell, angelic genocide.

 

You swear your love by every saint you know.

You feint and fake you've never loved a soul.

 

The chances that you take,

The worlds you leave behind.

Promises don't break, they only fade with time.

 

Your plead your case before the deaf and dumb.

You feint and claim you never needed anyone.

Reviews

[ChaoticSoul]

I read this instead of studying and I have to say, it was the much better choice between the two. I loved the line "My hell, angelic genocide." It's that kind of beautiful and haunting way of seeing someone or something. Anger and desperation melded into one. Lovely writing here.