This was inspired by my ex-boyfriend. A very low point in my life I must say.

A life lived in Heart Attack

BY JADE HICKS

A picture painted in the bleakest black,

Yet my eyes they lack

Colour to see

My reality

That even if a circle perfectly fits a hole

The hole may not be the circles home

Breathe in.

Take it easy

Don’t let the priceless water jewels of your eye

Die

For animals that neither value or want

The expression of them

Or the carved out pieces of a heart

Torn apart

Crap

What has happened

To the child with the vision of her womanhood

Of the ideals that were once so clear

Yeah

They are here

And I see them clear-

Ly

In the fragmented mirror of my past

But he has taken even the last piece of that glass

And bled the veins that give life

Give life to my heart

Give colour to my soul

An d yet

I am unable to flee

Held prisoner by the lull of the bees

I cry and roll

But cannot flee

Oh how this curse called love

Has poisoned me

It flows through my veins

My blood it transfused

Now my heart can no longer recognise

The blood it once valued

It has no taste for it

And when he takes his love from me

The searing pain in this hearts’ beat

My life has been taken prisoner

For the love of this once stranger

I am forever captured

In a moment of rapture

Of pleasure or pain

He is my master

Copyright  © 2014

Jade Hicks