I walk amid paths
strewn with cacti of your memories.
Which stay still, strong, silent.
But there. In my path.
So that if i want to go forward,
I have to go through them.
But when I try do that,
I get pierced by their sharp pointy thorns.
It is as if they do not want me to go forward.
And I remain stuck there, tangled in them.
With their thorns embedded in my body.
Where, once again,
I feel the poisonous essence of you
Seep into my bloodstream
And make its way to my heart.
Where upon reaching,
it hollers a shout of triumph
At the fact that the original owner
Of this bruised and broken heart
Has finally returned home.
And this time,
I might not get so lucky
In banishing it to the land
Of the forgotten and the lost.
Where betrayals walk in daylight.
And where lies hold their court at midnight.
Where truths are punished at dawn.
And where, naive hearts get trampled on
and served, to the bloodthirsty, at dusk.
