In your anger you opened your heart. I saw the picture you painted of me. What baseness! Only recognizable point is the fullness of my lips that look freshly invaded.
Some things never change, though feelings do.
Feelings change. Every lub-dub that disturbs the surface Shrieks at me - you liar! You two-faced *****, Begone! Even Eros dare not let you be loved again.
A tear or two wash down the wounds fresh on flesh Surfacing charred waste of what you once cherished in me.
Every time you read a story from a man's perspective, i beg you, think about the woman's story. Through ages, they have been muted, or worse, ignored.