shattered

feelings, like glass
parts:
broken,
repaired and re-repaired.

her love is
twisted and mangled;
and infatuation
is the expression
of it.

lump in my
throat each time
he wields his power
selecting
victims who pose
threat or simply
those he does not like.

there are rules.
there are his rules.

and of course,
there are rules
to being a good person,
which if truly one is
aren't even seen as rules.
just everyday behavior.

but it all boils down
to how much will she
take before she
realizes that we have
taken enough
(in the name of love,
for her.)

we aren't suckers
and we won't be
had anymore

too much pressure
and the glass will
shatter,
unfixable.