Sinister Eyes

You took the knife,

Stabbing my heart.

You bruised my skin,

You left your mark.

Yet here you come,

With your sinister eyes.

As if some new man,

You’re the devil in disguise.

You expect me to bend,

And to mold to your ways.

To conform to your charms,

But I won’t drown in your waves.

I’ll always be….

Just a trophy to you.

A notch on your bedpost,

I didn’t consent to.

It’s partly my fault,

I take half the blame.

I let you in,

I whispered your name.

But you can’t take my spark,

My flame, nor my drive.

There is no longer fear

Behind these blue eyes.

How does it feel now,

You want to slither back in?

But you no longer phase me,

You can’t break through my skin.

Go on, walk on home boy,

And carry your strife,

And never forget….

I now carry the knife!

Kristian L. Weigman

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9 Responses to Sinister Eyes

  1. Jann Doe says:

    YES! Kristian, you’re such a talented poet! I love this!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. orkidedatter says:

    Wow, amazing, I love it, thank you for sharing.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Ooof wow! Nice work with this one! So vivid!!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. The Eclectic Contrarian says:

    And I screwed it up (like usual) with my completely opposite comments

    Liked by 1 person

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