Bulletproofing my heart.
once freely accessible,
as it carelessly ventures into strenuous
years of deception,
Can it be fixed?
After a seven years itch?
Foolish heart, silly pride,
am I an unforgiving bride?
As you uttered heartless words,
from those lips I once adored
you became the sharp sword
who pierce deep into the core of my heart,
a natural ability to deception leave a mark
My bulletproof heart,
is now protected, from all invaders,
who once cast a shadow,
of vague empty feelings
around my guarded healing heart,.
A tragedy so unacceptable,
it is unforgivable
as you wondered what is coming next
from your warm cuddle nest of martial bliss,
as you continued your infidelity,
You have not passed the test.
Because you broke my heart
I must forgive and forget
and ratify truce and let love in.
Else my heart would be black and blue forever,
I cannot let you win,
not this time,
This heart is mine