Amera Andersen (12/03/81 / New Jersey)
Affairs of Heart
She captivated you with primal lust
and wrapped her tendrils tightly ‘round your heart.
She feigns a smile that you have learned to trust,
seducing you and tearing us apart.
She rests within the plasma stream of life
and dwells within the essence of your soul.
She’s severed us as if by surgeon’s knife
and twisted it until she took control.
I gave myself; much more than you deserve,
but learned to use my claws just like a cat.
I tore away thus severing the nerve.
I never thought your heart was shaped like that.
There is no cure for this malignant sore,
I turn my head and leave you with your whore.
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