Masked

Love looked like you

Or at least wore your face for a while.

And how divine you are,

That I could not see the difference.

But every deity has been cruel,

You were no exception.

Your words poisoned me,

weakened me,

destroyed me

And your lips healed me,

Albeit, temporary.

But your tongue was a bandaid I’d proudly place over the hole in my back.

And my heart.

But sometimes I question my heart’s participation.

I thought it’d warned me of imposters.

But when you wore love’s skin,

My heart ached for you,

Instead of its usual callousness.

I couldn’t tell you when your mask started to crack,

I saw your eyes for the first time,

Truly saw them, and saw the way they saw me.

Then your lips started to sting me.

They turned black as if tainted by the vile you spewed at me.

But my heart begged to stay,

Begged to wait a while,

It’ll be good again.

Begged to sacrifice my flesh and soul if it meant you’d just stay…

Now my soul is tired,

My body is used.

My heart?

My brain is left whispering, as it always had been,

“Leave.”