The Love Assassin
I am an assassin of the heart.
I’ve done it again. Not so smart.
Blood on my hands tell the tale.
I try to stop—– to no avail.
My life has been one slaughter after another.
I rip and tear their hearts asunder.
Leaving nothing, but a bleeding heart.
Despite the fact it is tearing me apart.
My intentions are always good.
I am acting like I should.
Then, suddenly, there is a change.
I become the assassin of pain.
When things seem to be working out.
I sabotage it, without a doubt.
It seems I have a fear of success.
Yet, that’s what I want, I confess.
My life has been one slaughter after another.
I rip and tear hearts asunder.
Leaving nothing, but a bleeding heart.
Despite the fact it’s tearing me apart.
Will I always be an assassin?
It certainly is not my passion.
Yet, I can’t seem to help myself.
I am crying.—– I need help.
————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)