Sets her up with the charming left,
Then the dashing right comes promptly after. He punctures her gentle soul with splinters,
Slowing sucking away her grace.
She is blinded by youthful love,
Unable to register the truth. Time after time again
She is made out to be the fool,
Oblivious to all his goddamn lies. His infidelities tear her to shreds,
Crumbling a once pure-hearted woman
To her freshly scabbed knees. It is my job
To restore faith upon her soul.
It is my job
To give life to her waning trust. My job is to pull the wool from her eyes
And force her to accept the truth.
My job is to wipe away the salty tears
And blow hope upon the scars left behind
From the emotional jabs of past love. © 2013 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity Excerpt from Concrete Promises
Published by Spilt Ink Poetry
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