How Was I Supposed To Know

By Stone Bryson

The blood of my eternal pain flows across my naked chest,

a wound that teases, taunts, and burns - but will not let me rest.

You were everything I wanted, everything I’d dreamed to take,

but you never let me get too close - a chain I could not break.

How was I supposed to know…

the feelings deep within,

your heart was like a burning book that scorched me time again.

Verbal jabs, sarcastic barbs…

that’s all I got from you,

you ask ‘now what have you done’ -

I ask ‘what ever did you do.’

An enigmatic caldron that stirred my well too deep,

so I traveled off to other fields… despite my aching need.

Picked myself a faerie belle, despite dark angel’s sway,

when we both know I’ve always preferred black roses anyway.

How was I supposed to know…

the pain that you would feel,

you wouldn’t let me touch the love for me that you concealed.

Broken mind, losing heart…

how much of you is true?

You say ‘I just can’t let go’ -

I say ‘I don’t want you to.’

So the casket was finally opened as you chose another goal,

but I wonder if he comprehends the bloodlust of your soul.

Does he celebrate the darkest realms, of your eternity?...

if not don’t let me go - if he does then set me free.

How was I supposed to know…

what you wouldn’t let me see,

I wonder if our time has passed, and what you think of me.

Shattered dreams, dangled string…

a hope that won’t renew,

you ask ‘what does the future hold’ -

I say ‘I just don't have a clue.’

Written November 2007