Illusion of Love
There was love in her heart for him,
Love and care that penetrated the barriers -
he built,
that brought their love down.
What she didn’t know
was about the insurance policy
she purchased when she invited him into her life.
He had stipulations that she
would never meet,
secret arrangements that she
would never know,
and guarded reasons that she
would never understand.
As all new lovers do, they carried on.
And as the days passed and the minutes ticked by
the romance depleted,
quickly,
leaving her questioning
her heart and her mind.
She could see
patience was losing pace
running a thin line
in this evolving cutthroat race.
Harnessing the fire
living inside her,
she took out her spackle
to mend the cracks in the deteriorating walls
of the home
built on a foundation of
mud-soaked floors,
rotten and molding,
slowly poisoning her sanity.
Still, she carried on.
She looked to the people around her,
few and far between, for
the audience was fleeting.
Isolation was building,
suffocating brick by brick,
sucking the life out of her.
She spent countless hours
forcing the show to go on.
The window display had become
the illusion of their life.
Her resilience continued to radiate through, although
loneliness enveloped every inch of her
bringing her to tears, but…
She carried on.
Rushing headfirst
into days of silence and nights of anger,
her hushed tones and simple compliance
filled the house and became
the agreement for reconciliation.
Resting faults delicately on her shoulders
and blame at her feet.
Jaded views allowed him
to turn her into a possession.
He toyed her heart,
tethering a rope from his to hers,
waiting for the moment to burn the crumbling house
to the ground.
Using a carefully crafted key
forged in the fire of his ancestors,
he unleashed the pandora’s box
of her insecurities
with sharp words and subtle threats
that empowered her inner demons
that flew past her heart
and into her mind
tearing her down one thought at a time.
And when she finally found herself
encompassed by the black heart he
held over her head,
she accepted her defeat and settled in.
Numbing her reality
to allow pain
to become peace.
For her judgment was gone
her shame was her truth
and her hope laid open and exposed
begging for mercy.
Yet she ignored the call
And found solace in boredom
surrendering to his default settings
for her
that allowed her to simply survive.
She accepted her fate
for fear to move on
had become stronger than her fear to stay.
So she did.
Trapped in the desolate wasteland
Of her life,
Dying to leave
But dying as she stayed
Wrapped in the illusion of love
