If that glass fell from this table,
it would break.
A piece will fall here, and maybe
there..
When he takes his blunt scissors to
his wide ruled paper, a physical change
is now permanent. Never will
it be a whole piece ever again.
When I allowed myself to fall
wrongly in love with a demon,
my soul would be nevermore.
It is as if I fell from that wooden
table, shattering into millions
of pieces.
In fact, my body was cut in half
with his kindergarten scissors.
My lesson was learned to
late.
I was manipulated by a demon.
A foolish child,
Forever a fool.