Rock, Paper, Scissors

Rock
my heart
is 
made of; 
paper-like
the love 
be-
tween us.
Your words cut -
like steel scissors -
love to shreds.
My heart
breaks
(scissors) 
promises
you spoke.
Love
covers
wounds.

Reviews

[Christopher Robin]

A fascinating allegory, reducing your love life to a children's game is certainly original in this context, yet the presentation I found both jilting and uncomfortable. Whilst I'm fully aware of the lack of rules in prose, this read more like a 'stream of consciousness' piece than a planned out penning. Toward the end giving the brackets around "(scissors)" forces a grammatical confusion; are we supposed to understand that your heart is broken as a result of promises spoken, or that it is your heart which breaks the promises of the speaker? I don't enjoy giving negative reviews but this feels like more of the 'sad work for sad votes' which both pervades and dominates this website. No denying your talent though.

[Me]

This is such a masterful poem and the imagery had me floating way up high on a cloud

[Mary C]

Truly beautiful work. free flowing from the tongue and i love that

[Eve Ola]

very powerful .. i really enjoyed the read

[John Anderson]

Amazing work. I like your style and can relate to your words. A fine poem.

[Wandering Minstrel]

Excellent in every way! This is done so well to form and the imagery is wonderful.

[Anne Timmins]

wonderful write! I really enjoyed your words!

[Blake Fodor]

A write that shows sensitivity and insight, well done.

[Ashira Macy]

WOW!!! I absolutely love this one! Brilliantly thought out and very original. I have yet to see anyone else use Rock, Paper, Scissors as a metaphor for a relationship. Bravo!