I think the saddest part is that I can’t live the illusion anymore.
Liked to pretend he was a Wolf playing dangerously with your heart.
Didn’t care because that’s part of being
young,
passionate,
mysterious.
Right?
The Wolf tore through your shield,
Your breastplate of steel.
Didn’t take very long for the Wolf to behold your flesh and bone.
Allowed him to dig his claws into your chest,
You felt the sting
But didn’t let it linger because
“It isn’t that serious!”
“He can’t hurt me.”
“He’ll want the same things as me…one day.”
Let the Wolf play as he might!
Why were you shocked when
You felt him bite?
You allowed yourself to believe,
He might just love you.
But don’t be mistaken,
He is Wild!
And wild animals follow their whims like waves
Guide boats ashore.
And you said
He can hold your heart in his mouth,
You ache as it bleeds between his teeth.
Crushed in the pain
Brought on by years of the chase.
Still, you gaze at his amber eyes.
You bring your attention to
The ruby stream flowing from his
Lips.
Forgetting your tears, you allow yourself to look.
Because for all it was,
The sight of him is
Beautiful.
Hidden Jules 