The Boy Who Became a Wolf

Her scars told a story of a time When life tried to break her but failed And she was filled for a while with tearful wails Maybe she was disappointed for She expected him to love the way she did With her entire heart and soul Loving too much was her goal Sometimes one has to wander around Masked with a smile covering a frown until you find where you really belong Sometimes it is right where you started Taking care of your own heart Because the one you gave it to broke it apart She breathed him in so deeply That when she exhaled discreetly Her lungs felt sore All she wanted was a little more Oxygen to breathe, Space to grieve She was fearless in the way she gave Until she learned not to give so much But rather save Herself from living with such A lot of regret Remembering that which her mind chose not to forget When his anger made him ill The boy's role models never taught him conflict resolution skills He never told his mother that what she did was wrong He never rushed to apologise Nor did he empathise because his arrogant side was too strong He was a weak boy Who killed her joy Talking was the problem Having two faces and wearing both Turning his mother against her, breaking his oath Promising protection and to be kind Was she that blind? Talking behind her back on the other side of a cardboard wall Paving the way for a brawl She would always emphasize To speak in a calm tone of voice Speak without insults and name calling Speak without "you" statements and stone walling Speak without swearing. Lower your voice Think about your words. Make a smart choice. She was limitless in the way she loved And in the way she gave Until she was bruised but not broken Until her heart ache became a token And a souvenir of the separation Remembering the arrogance during their isolation She learned that some disconnection would bless her life As she slowly pulled out that knife From her back And got back on track She was fearless in the way she lived And especially in the way she loved She learned not to give all at once Rather take many months Move at a slower pace Own your space away from The boy who made the mistake of becoming a wolf Some girls are full of poetry and heartache They go through the same repetitive heart break Because they make the same mistake Of trying to save a wolf instead of run Becoming attached, thinking he is the one Like the boy who became a wolf on the night of a full moon Forgiven by the girl he attacked too soon