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Humpty Dumpty

By Ana LyticPublished 6 years ago 4 min read
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Humpty Dumpty wonders if she will ever be put together....

When told forever she wonders if it is actually never because you are like feathers to be molted whenever you are ready....

How is her heart held on such a tether....

This heady love is as hard as leather and as fleeting as weather.....

The storm shared and yet not experienced the same....

She is lame from love....

She has no forward movement the same as rewind....

She is perpetually left behind to wonder...

Can what God put together no man put asunder and yet....

Her flower is wet with dew at the the thought of your caress....

The heart in her chest aches at the missing pieces from the chess board....

Her love is a boat and feel the waves crashing....

She behaves in a manner outside of the the lathe....

She's not shaped for this emotion....

Love as deep as an ocean.....

Unfathomable the depths of feeling....

She's left reeling....

It's so appealing this star crossed love.....

She misunderstands it....

When she is handed love on a silver platter, yet the spoon is copper.

Can your love stop her spiraling out of control with her bold thoughts....

She ought to respect the higher power that you report to and yet she resorts to earthly pleasures...

Acquiesced to the flesh....

She gives away her treasure because it's easy....

The yearn to appease her appetites is needed more than salutations and fake greetings of working associates....

Appropriate gestures are what is not....

So her heart goes on gleaning the ideas of the years that should not have been spent apart.....

There is no faking the creation of royalty like Akenahten and Nefertiti.....

As loyalty insemenates the spawn of those unspoken promises....

Breathy, broken whispers as you penetrate...

Her fate is in your palm...

Harm her if you choose...

But if you walk in her shoes and you will comprehend....

She may offend yet every breath she takes in she smiles....

All the while taking nothing for granted...

While getting reprimanded by society, piously, she prays to God that you require her like her father never did...

She bids for your affections like a prize on Ebay....

With a swayed back like palm trees in hurricanes she hurries in vain trying to cater to you....

Darth Vader....

Your star wars in her essential nature....

Taking note of the invader is the one with Stockholm syndrome that plays with the fader trying to catch your beat....

There's a scratch that cannot be itched....

It's an idea hatched from the egg of the lamest brain....

She is trying to obtain perfection....

But so vexing is the equation of life love and the pursuit of happiness that her tears condense her strength as they fall...

Samson reigns as he holds up the pillars of the temple threatening to make them come down like rain....

It is because of your deceit her receipts of you are now proven void and invalid...

With subversive malice, she presents a ring thinking she is the best.....

But you wont get on the horse or ride the carousel to try to reach out for it.....

She is the poor misunderstood...

She does not realize that the trees are obscuring the view of the forest.....

The sorest loser is often the most soothed by the other team....

As steam rises from the heat of the interactions of Helen of Troy....

She is hoarse from screaming your name in her dreams abducted....

But fuck it because like Castor and Pollux we face off at a stand still....

Neither a grand nor a mill could pay for this anthill turned mountain....

Thinking she has the fountain of youth in a bottle....

She's yelling Im rich bitch like Chapelle with all the fortune in the world but can't escape hell...

The tiny dancer at her pinnacle slips silently into the long night.....

She fights the November rain and January ice....

Being nice is no longer her refuge so she refuses to go quietly....

Because she knows everything spoken can and will be used against her....

If you fence her in, she fights like a cornered rodent....

With everything in her potent, she pretends not to notice your jabs as they black her eyes and leave her breathless....

Is justice as irrevelent as it was for Trayvonn Martin.....

Her part in your exit is such sweet sorrow...

Assassination of love by the hand dealt...

Yet a spade is never a spade when the magician reveals it....

She's an illusionist taking part in the pyramid scheme of life....

He made off with her spiritual savings.....

Now she is praying for a way out and yet loving the silk of the web...

So soft and confused is the fly....

It is the bliss of the ignorant abused and battered..

Her soul's purple bruises scattered liberally like salt in a bland recipe....

Like the Cheshire cat she smiles incessantly with malignant tendencies for the one concealing her prophecy....

She sees profit gained by the tropic heat in cold climates....

She knows primate instinct rules love....

Please God let all above become all below....

A slow simmering emotionality unfolds.....

If she can hold the tempest is she greater than all...

But the question remains...

How does she control the uncontrollable nature within and without....

She needs to turn about face so that the dishonorable discharge is thrown out....

She's a soldier in a war of futility knowing that she wants out....

Shooting herself in the foot because she refuses to wait for the gout to claim it....

You can defame her all you want for she is irreplaceable....

No matter how you try to remake her she continues to see her own reflection.....

Her vocal inflection is telling as tears well up....

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