Realisation…

I put my hands up, stretching, almost touching the ceiling. That’s the moment I touched my fate. For if sense is found in the depths of reality, I found deceit, anger and the unknown. For at that moment I realised, I found, I understood.

They say everybody is a genius, yet I am but a fool. In not facing reality I had failed to stir my own car. In refusing to move I had walked right into a mirror, and so my reflection stares back at me through broken glass, a wounded heart and a mended fate.

If only I had known that the moment we got close, betrayal would always be part of the deal. For she said, “you are cute”. I bought the innocence that came with those wide teary eyes. I bought the stories carried by the wind that happened to blow from within you. And they say rumours hurt, yet reality cuts even deeper.

I saw you as one of my own, yet I always announced I was the best gunman in town. What I didn’t know was that arrows are just as lethal, n the wound takes longer to heal if not fatal. For in this game of guns and arrows, I learnt to be the apple target…because you convinced me they would miss.

They talk about blowing your own horn yet today I realised that they don’t talk…you did. In so doing I trusted the enemy, and never realised I was in bed with the enemy until I realised it was a bed of roses that eventually die…yet thorns survive forever.