Cardiomyopathy Part 1

With razor sharp deception, you seduced my trust and intersected my protection. Ripping open my ribcage, you mastered the art of unfaithfulness and slaughtered my love with your unyielding rage. With your surgeon gloves on; you took the beat away from my cardiovascular, and left me with joint and muscular pains around the circumference of blood vessel that felt awfully peculiar. No words could explain the moment I fell to the ground; clutching my chest, realising my princess was more of a pest who had left behind our whole relationship in a mess. While laying on the ground; misguided feelings were all I could think about, as the sympathetic voices rang out to overload my mathematical ability to count. Still, it was paramount I gathered all my broken pieces to dissect the events, that lead up to my intense state of suspense over comments that had left my love truly incensed. You said you cared for me like no man before, but instead of investigating her statement to make sure; I was foolishly assured, my security was secure. Processing looks that could kill, you grabbed your utensils and cut me deep in the space you called your operating room, with broken promises and neglect in hand; my sadness loomed while you unravelled your bitter cocoon as the clock struck half past noon. Rushed to hospital in an act that was not an accident but more an emergency, all I could see was the colour burgundy as my soul tried valiantly to see past the bruise of dishonesty. As the nurses tried to disperse the curse of bitterness and coerce me into feeling a sense of relief, I was resigned to suffer disbelief at the thought of my utter grief, recalling the brief time it took you to come into my life and steal away my kindness like a thief. To be continued... For more poetry goodness visit www.checkmyflow.co.uk