The Soul Taker

I met you...
Everything was perfect..
You had eyes of gold...
and a silver smile...
Hair of earth...
the lips of red rose...

Kissing you was...
of manna from the gods...
sweet nectar of infinity...

You made me explode...
and implode with your love...
it was a supernova...
every embrace...

but then it all changed...
how was I to know...
it was all a trick...
a mask...
a facade...
a joke...

Your reached into the into the depths of my soul...
of my heart...
of my life...
you ripped out all the joy...
all the happiness...
you ripped out my heart...

you held it up in triumph...
as my blood was oozing down you arm...
you looked at me...
fire blazin in your eyes...
and you said to me...
FUCK YOU...

little did you know...
that I was a fighter...
with my last breath...
my last strength...
my soul almost leaving me..

I gathered my heart...
put it in its chest...
left to seek my soul...
found it in the island...
and mended myself...

put band aids everywhere...
on every cut...
on every tear...
little by little I was rebuilt...

Now I come to you...
a whole person...
with stronger skin and heart...
to say to you...
I forgive you...
it is not your fault...
you never had love in your life...
you are only doing what you are taught...
the apple never fell far from the tree...
and it was nice knowing you...

-Marcos Cisneros