Had I Known...

Had i known who he was
This story may not be,
For i let my heart take over
Twas' not the real me.

It was that smile so soft
And those eyes so warm,
Could never have imagined
The Devil taking this form.

The night it took place
Is one I will never forget,
Woke up bound and gagged,
Blood soaked, dripping wet.

That once soft smile
was curled up to one side,
Those lips once spit I love you,
Pursed 'olive juice' lies

Reaching down to untie me
My insides tossed and turned,
This is one lesson that
should forever go unlearned.

I suppose he liked to watch
his prey try to escape
But i am one catch i'm sure
would be his biggest mistake...

For i had been here before
vowed to never revisit
but as i mentioned before
The Devil is quite exquisite

Wrists bleeding from rope
I reach for my best friend,
My trusty switchblade
Remember: never again

Tucked away in my shoe
I held on for dear life
And soon that half smile
Was as straight as my knife

Drove it right through his heart--
Or lack thereof,
For it was not him
But the justice i loved.

Had i known who he was,
This story may not be.
But I'm sure in his grave
He regrets the day he met Me.

Author's Note

Picture: Nike- The Goddess of Victory

Reviews

[Devons]

A real well-written poem and a telling metaphor for 'once bitten, twice shy.' The male 'monster' in question will always trap again some day, but he will be recognised, and the experienced victim will be prepared this time..
It's deceptive how the poem switches angles as though the story is assuming a fantasy scenario, but then the analogy becomes clear and sets off the whole very effectively..
The dark and threatening physical nature of this comparitive scenario emphasises the emotional threat and danger that truly lurks within the love affair..
A gothic poem, I'd say. And a good one.