Metamorphose

Like Heathcliff across the moors 

the water calls to me relentlessly,

demanding but she has been ever faithful

unlike the lovers

with cat like loyalties.

I’d carve an ocean in my arm if I could

but the current would over take me.

One’s most misunderstood actions

is all too often defining scars

of a heart once tender and forgiving

now iron plated and rock hard.

I was built for this

for my heart is the more expendable

than the soul and the body,

that’s for damn sure.

What I lack in self control

I try to compensate with hubris.