Behind That Smile

There you had me, wrapped and weaved,

Broken and brutalised, entangled around your hand and yet not wanted,

Spilled blood and a raised pulse meant nothing to you,

Stories untold, revealed to you on a silver platter meant nothing to you,

I walked aimfully into your arms, an entrapment to which I’d never want to leave,

Enraptured,

Love meant nothing to you, love to you was no different to hate and yet you chose the familiar,

Better to be scolded and demeaned than loved,

Breaking my back to make sure you were safe, just to be tossed

Aside,

Did my time mean nothing to you?

Sands trickling down broken glass,

Abuse, is what you called love, the hand holding, the acceptance of your love,

For other people,

The attention paid to her, them and him,

You caught me from a fall of grace,

A smile from ear to ear,

And yet Chelsea smiled,

And Cheshire shivered,

Was it part of the plan? A game to break me?

The misguided attention,

And information withheld, break me down with wandering arrogance,

Catch me and throw me, Are my feelings a joke?

Or are you the punchline.