On the Heels of a Cur

Some people can only claim to love and will put more effort to faking it than actually loving someone.

The measure of integrity

Lies in the eyes of others

Seeing words in my behavior

Tethered and bound to time

Promises built upon the trust

Yet unspoken in twisted verbiage

Seeing of heroes in demonic birth

Alone in my introspective recess

Bequeathing beyond my commission

For subtle smile delicately lodged

Connections fluid as fresh concrete

Unsettled in impressionable souls

Flagellation by agnostic hands

Litany of a heartfelt thoroughfare

Eternal rivalry carves unseen

Scars obscured by wanton flesh

Warfare contained by frangible sympathy

Fight or flight an inevitable strain

Hard pressed for a softer side

Swooning for reluctant essence

Justly shattered part of a whole

Can solace establish and hold

Pieces of two broken vessels

Together for further musing

Or grasping straws of ill fate

Short straw destined to weed out

A man wanting of equal partner

And a woman castaway by a cad

Too shallow to see her glow

For loving her he cannot show