December Haiku #2

Mapping the scars of
Pain and other boundaries
Raindrops on the tongue 

December Haiku

Petals descending
Summertime storms are waiting
I smoulder alone

Liar liar

Before you
I thought I'd learned enough
After you 
I know how to endure
Callousness
Cruelty
Conniving
Solitude calls to me
While you lie
To my replacement

Moxie Born

She is born
To rule the room
Salt and pepper quiff
Patent leather toes
She always knows
Who's playing
For keeps
And who's bound
To stiff

She is born
To make them guess
Iridescent gaze
Skin tight memory
The girl's got moxie
She always knows
Who's earning
Their stripes
And who's pretending
To fight

Who's just
Here for the night
Wishing they
Were brave enough
Wishing they
Had the stuff
To make her
Shiver
The girl's got moxie

Rise

Pain 
Softens the sounds
Of doubt you sowed
Pain
Blurs the image
Of me you created
Pain
Brings me back
To the truth
Of your lies
And the time
I wasted 
Wrecking my soul
To save yours
Pain
Draws a line
Around my scars
And keeps you out
Pain
Makes me work out
How to rise
Above the shame
You inflated
Keeping me caged
While you run free
Pain
I can take
Any day
Over and above
Heartache

Yin/Yang

There is a beast inside of me. 
Beneath the gentlemanly outer shell, a wolf prowls, restless.
The wolf is a sadist.
I keep the wolf on a leash so as not to frighten those unaware of my deeper instincts, the primal hunter lurking underneath my suit and tie. 
But every now and then, the wolf needs to run. I loosen my grip upon its collar just enough and allow the creature to have its fill. 
It's never let entirely free - as a gentleman I shy away from leaving complete carnage in my wake - just enough to satisfy my sadistic hunger. 
Just enough to leave the masochist wanting more.
The masochist craves the release I can provide them. For some it is the exquisite deliverance they experience through pain. For others it is the safety in being bound, constrained, controlled. Some want to be left bruised and bloody and frightened. Others want to be overpowered, beaten, and broken down to tears. 
To honour the masochist before me is a matter of balance. To keep the beast within the limits that the gentleman has set. To keep the gentleman calm enough to allow the beast to play with passion and intensity. To keep both myself and the masochist safe while exploring the possibilities of our dynamic. 
I am in constant flux, one creature and many all at the same time. The gentleman and the wolf dance with one another. They are cut from the same cloth.
There is a beast inside of me....would you like to see?

Catharsis

Got rhymes in my mind for the first time in months
Gonna make that boy pay for his twisted little stunts
See, he wanna play the blame game but I ain't got time
I spent far too long falling for this lame pantomime

I'm done, boy
Nothing like being hurt by a man you trusted
When you wake up all alone and his scam is busted
Scrambling his words, saying it's all your fault
He cuts your heart open and he fills it with salt

He's busy lying and trying to get my attention
Thinking I'll find the time to give him a mention
But all my energy is busy chasing my own dreams
I'm smarter than him and his two-faced schemes

So long, boy
Nothing like being hurt by a man you trusted
When you wake up all alone and his scam is busted
Scrambling his words, saying it's all your fault
He cuts your heart open and he fills it with salt

I ran around thinking I deserved the torture
He was chasing women younger than his daughter
Lucky I'm too smart to try anything drastic
Looks like my heart's becoming elastic

Now bounce, boy
Nothing like being hurt by a man you trusted
When you wake up all alone and his scam is busted
Scrambling his words, saying it's all your fault
He cuts your heart open and he fills it with salt

He saw me as nothing more than an accessory
Now he's calling me a bitch unnecessarily
And I'm sacrificing time to get my stuff back
Does he really think I'm too scared to attack?

Pay up, boy
Nothing like being hurt by a man you trusted
When you wake up all alone and his scam is busted
Scrambling his words, saying it's all your fault
He cuts your heart open and he fills it with salt

Can't wait to see his face when I roll around
Boys in blue by my side, I'm north bound
And if he starts bluffing I'll call it straight out
He'll be begging his new girl for a bailout

Try me, boy
Nothing like being hurt by a man you trusted
When you wake up all alone and his scam is busted
Scrambling his words, saying it's all your fault
He cuts your heart open and he fills it with salt

I'm gone, boy
Moxie out