Guarding Souls

A Poem by WanderingJane

I knew what you were from the beginning

I could smell the blood on you

it was like a cologne

You were born to spill blood

and wore it as a shield

this I expected

When you were with me

and I with you

I did not smell blood

I could see the splattered blood on your face

but when you looked in my eyes

the world stopped

and when I looked into your eyes

the sight should have swarmed me with pity

I saw a little boy beaten and bruised

I saw a man defending his heart

with a sword in hand

and that, my friends, is when I fell in love

I saw what everyone else overlooked

the invisible scars of a man and felt no pity

only passion and love

What he did not know was this:

I muffled my blood smell with soap

and my splatted blood with make up

I carried no sword

only a small dagger

I fell in love with a well known killer

and he fell in love with a silent but vengeful victim

only he was not the one to do her wrong

not even once

What he never saw

was a scared and torn piece of a soul

left behind by her first love

The first love no longer owned the pieces

he simply discarded them in the street

But this small piece was all she had left

and she guarded it well

the poor man defending his with a sword

finally but it down to hold her close

but her dagger was tight in hand and he got too close

He never saw it coming

and she will never tell a soul

of the night she killed her true love

to save herself

© 2016 WanderingJane

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Coyote Poetry

I liked the story in the poem and I liked the flow of thoughts leading to the surprising end.
"He never saw it coming
and she will never tell a soul
of the night she killed her true love
to save herself"
The above lines. Left the reader with something to think about. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote