When They Come at You


When they come at you
It is as if your mind were rejecting reality.
As a heart can reject its host.

They carve out such disbelief
It becomes a cancerous relic.
Like a paperweight souvenir
Ever chained to your vacant heart.

This is not your love, your joy,
Your commitment slapping
At your face like some hapless nag
That won't gallop any faster.
This is not the man
You dreamed was your knight.
Your one and only that momma
Told you about when you were nine.

When they come at you
It is as if lava rips a gash
From your throat to your sternum.
They might as well have flayed you
And left you on a stake to die.
They carve such disbelief, such betrayal.
It is as if they were not who they are.
Some devil has him Lord.
Please, I pray, give me my love, the man I know,
Please give him back to me.

This is not your love, your soul-mate,
Your partner of dreams meting his fist
To your hamburgered eyes,
Bruising your sex with his knee,
Ripping your once worshiped thighs

When they come at you
No simple thought makes sense
"He might as well just kill me now,
As let me live with this acid.
That claws, eats, and sours my heart to life.
He is not my love..." , and the tears fall a-new
For he is.

Copyright © 2005, Scott N. Loveall