I have always found it utterly unbearable

To have my heart

shattered on the table

In front of a man who takes pride in

Holding his fork and his knife

Who already sees me as his wife

But knows nothing about

A soul that needs to be mend.

I’d rather have it all –

My flash, eyes and lips

My thoughts and every kiss

My ego within my soul

Eaten with bare hands.

False pretense

is what got us

In a fight without an end

And I’m just wondering

Aren’t we just preys after all

Only taking turns?

Aren’t we an echo of a lost voice

A mear shadow of what our true selves once were

Feeling like always making the same choice

Feeling like…

We’ve been here before?