Frankenstein

Fatty chunks of flesh that were pieces of my broken heart, there was one who sowed the shreds into a Frankenstinian design of barbed wire thread, and caulked the cracks with the cement under a rockhead’s hooking tread;

Then another and another graffitied their initials upon the newfound walls ’round the point of my distress–one whose name meant compulsion of the lower brain, she mesmerized me with her killer’s eyes ablaze, and the other who with all her jealousy issues and manipulating games confirmed that women are not sane…

Others came after,too, and upon these my vengeful heart took its due–mind, heart, and body was this protoge’s philosophy: I caught their minds in my rabbits snare, and infiltrated there hearts like a wolf into a rabbit’s lair, then I devoured their bodies to my ego’s delight, only to cast them off once I won, and laughed as well as cried when my claws left their mark upon their psyches and mine…

And when my soul got weary of the karmic burden that it carried, when lost and the chase was no longer an adequate substitute for the Love Game I always knew I was born to play–

Then came along one whose light my shriveled organ in its darkened chamber could not resist, her attention was like a healer’s gentle kiss, magical in its capacity to ignite blood gone cold, and soften a heart of wood and stone with her touch, so sweet and bold;

Open and kind was she to a beauty become a beast…

She took apart my patchwork heart, and piece by piece she fixed with ease, though she did not realize she’d fallen in love with Frankenstein;

In my fear to trust again, I hurt the heart of one whose love made me believe happiness could be for me;

It was never my intent to harm the one who made me capable of love again, but in her tender capacity to forgive, she gave me a chance to redeem my sins…

Will I for her be good enough? Do I please her sufficiently? Would I she want to keep, and be my family? These things I ask myself in the quiet solitude of the night, when my fears escape their mental prison and crawl in bed with me at times…

All I know is I believe in her as no other has made me do, for she’s the one and only who hasn’t fed me abuse or shown me the duece;

She’s the only stability I’ve ever known outside the walls of my home, the only one whose ever cared enough to just be there and actually listened when I said, “Your my air.”

She’s given me a reason to have faith;

For her I will be better than my disgrace…

With her by my side, I can see the life Gid has in store for me, but without her light I am blind–not only cant I see the many blessings rained on me, I cant see the beauty she sees in the beast;

Without Love, I’m just Frankenstein, but for her I will try to be whatever it is that she needs, cause her Kiss, like a whisper in the trees, wakes the fretfully sleeping Queen.