Aries

Love songs and empty words curled Around ideas of what love Should be, like horns that ram the unsuspecting, Shaking and shattering bones And all expectation of the Normalcy in past, weak coals that don’t smolder. Life as it should be intrigued My mind, kindled my spirit, and Sizzled my heart as he seeped into my pores. Head-strong and stubborn, he carved The strict laws into his essence. He obeyed these principles as religion, And like a lamb he followed The world’s ideology of Perfection deeper into the demise he Designed himself every time He bleated for a white ewe, Not out of his love of crisp snow, but the world’s.