On Belligerent Men, For the Women Who Stay For Love.

Your lips may tremble if you kiss him goodbye.
Because his lips have kissed many lips.
Your bowels will crumble.
Butterflies will perish
As the scars he left [on your skin] turn gash again.
You may wonder if he hit the others;
If he brought them apology flowers too;
And If he forcefully entered their walls.
But dead butterflies can rise.
Those butterphoenixes can soar above the clouds of suffering.
Above the unkind words,
And sticks and stones that’ll surely break your bones.
He may return more handsome than ever.
With a designer stubble perhaps, to
Strum his way back with the strings of your heart.
You may kiss his lips.
You may forget the others.
And till death do us part may tug at you.
But Lucifer is always Satan, so
If he knocks[on your heart], do not open.
If he has the keys, change the locks.
The line between love and bondage is not thin.
Love is not war.