1.) Cruelty

1.) Cruelty

Oh what a woman was she
The sound of her name ravishes 
Poison to my ears
In all her glorified cruelty 
A travesty smile
Thin as slit wrists
My blood evaporated through her sinister kiss
She grazes her fingers against my skin 
Seething through gentle manipulation 
The exterior crafted in faded gold
Lassoing lonely fools 
To the nubile innocence that she portrays
In her words, love is not a promise
Only words to feed into insane spontaneous delusions
The high descends down
Melting away the waxed mask of superficial bliss
Into abusing self-inflicting contusions 
The tight rope marked abrasions around my forearms 
Amputates my heart on sleeve 
Engulfed inferno, doused in gasoline
Burned into self-sabotaged, sacrificial protest  
My remains dragged through the dirt 
Shatter my skull, bashing through penetrated rock 
Greeted with a smile
Parted by a bullet in my chest
Say you can't live without me
As you drain yourself in regret 
Lost in your isolation of obscured identity
Our bond torn apart into scattered vulnerability
This sensitive boy shattered to the floor
Into microscopic shards of a man you claimed to adore
Let go of the glass of wine I poured
Shot down into the dusk, dissolved by your cruelty. 

~george ray

#30daymendofmyshatteredheart
 
 
 

The 30 Day Mending of my Shattered Heart

Hello friends and readers,

Breaking my usual poetic format for this post. Once again I find myself brokenhearted, alone, and abandoned. More or less in new and familiar ways. This blog has been a haven and beacon for pouring out my sadness and frustrations of my personal matters of the different romantic entanglements. I appreciate anyone taking out the time to visit and view my poetry and prose. On March 31st, just a few weeks ago, I was dumped by a woman who I believed in my heart to be my soul mate. After all the struggles and irrationality from our stubborn perceptions, she decided to leave. I wish her no ill will or misfortune. I just need to make sense of all of it for closure, so that I may move on stronger and wiser from this experience. I have been writing different pieces all a part of what I am calling The 30 Day Mending of my Shattered Heart. I hope to post at least 2 or more pieces a week to hopefully clear my mind and heart from all of this. I hope you will enjoy reading these pieces as they have been very therapeutic for me during this devastating time.

Thank you all,

~george ray

#30daymendofmyshatteredheart

The Cradling Heart

The Cradling Heart

Restless & Weary
Am I any closer to solving this heartbreak theory?
This love has got me so low
I just let go, let go, let go...
Gravitating toward her supple tenderness
Cradling my heart so gently
Blood oozing through her fingers
While the unknowing lingers
Will I wake up next to her?
Or will she whither away into a dream?
A single thread of assurance
Would engulf my worries away
But she is tangled in confusion
A web of indecision
Intoxicating, boiling, and freezing
Consumed by the whispers of paranoid suspicions
Is it better to live the life consumed by fear?
Or to indulge in this consistent mystery?
For I will continue
Walking through the inferno of hope
She stands before an archway
The blood of my heart stained around her veins
It beats slowly through her gripping fingers
Manifesting the image of Eve with the poison apple
Her hypnotic eyes gaze me like a snake
This love is in her hands
To cradle or squeeze into oblivion

~george ray