Savage Romance (draft)

The mechanics of desire never considered

That you may be required to be beaten down

And force-fed a farce of spit, spite and blood

Split into halves by a sick diseaseased clown

You were once a saint among so many black hearts

Looked so young as you waited in your tainted armour

So she argued with haste as you fell apart

An expectation misplaced by a misinformed father

After scripts burnt out and an awkward silence

Came a history of bouts in gloves dusted with dry ice

Your anxiety prevailed as the days turned into months

And your honesty soon failed as she lusted for those fights

A cruel kid with a penchant for misery and scars

But seductively painted with a face of fake charm

You shed your true tears for tragic circumstance

And built brand new fears for her own false harm

She was once taught like a child in a cast

People can be fought until they break or bend

Manipulation is the word that brings life to ugly masks

But if cannoot be heard and it cannot be read

An invalid arrangement so she'd feel strong

Mood swings and blind rage beat your ego to pulp

You can't deny you betrayed her 'cause she's never wrong

And all of her hurt was always your fault

(6th draft, 1st poem i've ever been proud of)