He, he who wears the crown of ivy
Wore me once as a shield
I was left, right and centre.
Rising my weary legs from beneath me
When my name was called.
Torn like old sheets to rags
Strips of myself were used to clean messes that were not my own.
He, he lost touch
Dove into my fountain
Stole what I had like handfuls of penny’s.
Each individual wish stuffed into his shallow pockets, grimly smiled
A thief of my livelyhood broke into
my soul
Past lovers dusted for finger prints and had only ever found yours.
I will always remember being lead me to the shadow of myself.
He, he was a reason.
Lifting my own foolishness I was taught that my witts need to be carried with me at all times.
In case I take a short cut through an alley.
Women like us don’t ask to be mugged when our mind is travelling
After the sun leaves
But men like him wait for us in the Darkness.
He, he wore a crown surrounded by ivy
And my god it looked so much like love.
©LKavanaugh