Shackles of the past
Love came to your door,
Garbed in her finest ,asking you to let her in,
You who had been visited before,
Looked at her with suspicious eyes,
And slammed the door in her face,
Congratulating yourself on your narrow escape.
Memories of another time,
When youth and the scent of her had you blind,
When you, braver than any knight ,
Welcomed her with guileless eyes,
Her brilliant robes they swirled and dazzled,
And you in your ignorance heeded her every command.
Happiness clouded your view,
Making you a slave to her every whim,
And you being a simple man basked in her majesty,
Blinded by your emotion,
Unaware that she had grown tired of you,
Restless to court another.
Was it your imagination or had her shimmer faded,
Or had realization opened your eyes,
To the treachery that was her occupation,
This was her legacy,
The breaking of your spirit,
The scar where she tore out your heart.
Did she dare think that if she wore a different guise,
Smiled a sweeter smile,beguiled with obvious kindness,
Swore that she was different,
Proved that she was,
That you would be taken in again?
Broken like a toy cast away for a newer model?
You held your hurt close to your heart,
Cherishing it like the sweetest lover,
Shackled to the past with chains of memory,
Content in your bitterness to let no one in,
To remain alone because you were hurt once,
And it defined you and you have really and truly lost.