You're like a puzzle piece,
took up a corner of my heart
moved boxes into my thoughts and built a home
but you kept all of the locks.
Ironic were the words you said, that you would keep me safe
but when I asked how to open a door
you took away my escape.
I struggled for an imagination,
false thoughts were the waged war of the clever
silver tongue that created bullets
I needed you, wanted you more than ever.
Weakness is a state of mind,
it carries me so sweetly,
but when the ignorance crept in as well,
it was only I that had felt guilty.
So when I took another lover,
I was hesitant at first
because of all the liars of this life,
I'd never seen truth at first.
© Danielle Willard, 2018. All rights reserved.