
~HEARTTAKER~
You weren't just a
heartbreaker you were a
hearttaker and you didn't
like red souvenirs for
your shelf you liked them black,
to leave your mark of beastly
torture upon their beating pulse.
You'd rip them out of
chests with fingers of rage
and feast on them with
tongue of lies and deceit
disguised as a butterfly but what
you are is a dragon scaled in
anger and jealousy, camouflaged
with hate, corroded by their
black air and you'd breathe
your fire on anyone who could laugh.
It didn't matter that my
world was shattered and I
needed love because a hearttaker
doesn't care what kind of heart
he takes as long as he gets
one more for his collection.
I've learned and I've
regretted and I've cried for
what you stole as I try
to live this life heartless and cold.
November 19, 2005 Karen Davies
