She Doesn't Know

I see her heartbreak,

I am her sworn enemy,

I violate the weakness-

Old trumpeter for my soul.

I am iron ribbed,

With a steel heart,

So mechanically powerful but

Colder than a devil’s bite.

I love her like I love myself,

And maybe that’s what caused me

To snatch diamonds in broad daylight

When she is literally dying.

She doesn’t know-

She is snail-paced in reflex,

Sorry, sarcastic and snobby-

But she knows.

Reviews

[Daniel Valentine Rivera]

I have an interesting way of interpreting this poem. It's written so firmly. The steel heart part was a clever. Wonderful poem!

[scarlynn]

Thank you so much!!