Love Is the Trump

I can't tell if it was you that broke me,
Or the way that you chose to break me
That tears me apart the way that it does.
Thought that maybe you really cared,
But it seems I was wrong like every time before.

I let you in,
Shoulda known better,
Shoulda shut that door
And thrown the lock.
Shoulda kept you far away,
Shoulda kept you out.

Every laugh, smile, and lyric says your name.
Every sound recalls a memory,
And the sweetest scent brings you back to me.
The softest touch beneath my fingertips
Does nothing but drown me in your memory.

I knew how it would go,
For the moment I met you, I fell.
Shoulda braced myself for the impact,
But was foolish instead,
And decided to believe in being held.

There I go again,
Allowing my heart to take the lead.
By now, I think I would know that logic wins.
But Love is the Trump card in this game of Life;
It changes all the rules.

I could recite your features word for word,
Explain just the way your eyes shine,
The way that your face lights up,
Even the way you used to look at me...
Especially the way you used to look at me.

Oh, it tasted so sweet and felt so right.
And I was foolish, believing you;
Pretty words can tangle common sense so easily.
And mine was entirely destroyed.
Yeah, you were a master of word play.

If you see my heart, I'd like it back.
Don't worry about piecing it together,
I've got enough glue to put it back right.
All I ask is you don't break it further
For fear of damaging beyond repair.

So keep your lovely words to yourself,
And don't dare touch me with those hands.
Think twice before placing your lips to mine.
I need you to be the strong one here,
Because I can't say no; not to you.

Author's Note

Most of my poetry doesn't have much rhyme or reason to it, so I s'pose it's not the typical type of poetry. My apologies if that isn't your dig.

Reviews

[darkgurl]

I think this is a very well written write here.

[José Humilde]

I like the voice of the speaker. With the dialect specific "shouldas" Paints a character for me, almost? (I know, I don't make sense)

umm, as far as rhyming is concerned, it doesn't matter...poetry has many meanings, thats what makes it so great.

Most of them convey a feeling, and this right here is definitely showing me that feeling.

Thanks for the great read! :D

[Donna M. Burr]

I understand the phrase "thrown the lock" and think it fits in well, in my honest opinion. :3 I could actually imagine the poem as I read it and it painted a nice "visual" in my head as I read it. It is a wonderful poem, and usually the best are the ones that don't really rhyme.

[Marley]

Thanks for the review. ^^
By "thrown the lock," I mean to "turn the lock"...? I suppose. haha. :)
Maybe I should change it so as to make more sense... :) Again,thanks.

[[KL]]

This is a good piece, I like it. But line 9 doesn't make much sense..? Or is that just me..? :S Either way, I like the use of blank verse.. Poetry doesn't NEEEED rhyme.. (: