I started with feelings
Then worked my way down
Severing ties with each chord of my heart
And in limited contact with pleasure and pain
I learned how to reform it
And tear it apart
Till the one who first broke it
Sees only my name
And remembers how eagerly
I sat awaiting
Her presence of penance
Allure captivating
My instinctive intrigue
Enveloping entropy
Nevermore sure it was her I’d endure
The way she would dig in my skin with her purr
And her wine glassy shards
Of retractable claws
That bent all of my will
And revealed all my flaws
From another past lover
Who left me my heart
Still intact, beating fast
But as hard to predict
As a weather forecast