3 November 2012
My gilded gates are no match for their venomous lips
They chew their way in with hollow words and gestures
My collected walls scattered like paper on the wind
A lifetime of devotion amounting to surrender without my knowledge
Their tainted blades slip past my documented shield
Taking hold I let them stay like the dunce
I burn my diploma to keep warm from their frigid heart
I scream when they decide the time is now
To twist the blade deeper and leave
Leaving me with my ruins and scrap
Book Smart but not Heart Smart
Heart Smart? • Opuss № I