Scent of musk
Undulating in my nostrils,
Somehow I know it’s not mine.
Pretend that you have been faithful,
Infidelity is so unbecoming on you.
Cautious smiles flirt across your face.
I know that you know that I know the truth;
Only denial seems much less painful.
Now for the encore.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Love can be painful
Like a barbed wire wrapped heart
Bleeding and broken
Challenging love’s commitment
To withstand human weakness
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Speckled with the blood of lies,
Blindly consumed by your feigned sincerity.
You said you loved me,
Sealing it with a tender kiss,
Only to pierce my lip with your fangs.
The trickle,
Wet and metallic,
Oxidizing on my tongue
Nauseates me to the core.
Sickening,
Sweet,
Irony,
Descriptively you.
Pledging passion and fidelity
Then pillaging my love,
Disemboweling my trust,
Leaving a heartbroken corpse.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Ire stabs at the heart,
Drawing blood,
Cuts and barbs of abhorrence,
Scarring the flesh,
Raised and angry,
Wounds won’t heal,
Relentless punishment,
Begging forgiveness is futile,
Shattered trust is rarely mendable,
Crawling through broken glass,
Is preferable to this agony,
It is not to be,
Absolution inconceivable,
Betrayal has set course,
Seeking love,
In the arms of another,
Aberrant.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 