Charcoal Hearted

I will never follow a heart so black as yours again. Like charcoal from the hearth.
I endured here so strong, so tough and for what? To be struck down by those for whom I care?
I trust in my heart to show me the way, make sense of those realities that vex me so. It leads me astray; down roads I cannot take, not any more. It has ruined me.
Like a once strong, flourishing oak, stricken down by the words of those who claim to protect. Processed by strangers and spit back out deemed “unfit”.
And then hope, like a tree stripped of leaves in the dead of winter I was bare. You came so peacefully, like spring, and offered me your sincerity. Took me home, again came the lies of love.
I sat forsaken awaiting what came next, a bundle of wood already stacked, missing only a match to burn me out of existence; and down you came, I burned almost too quickly, my agony fuelled the inferno.
From the beginning you planned my demise. From within your charcoal hearted body came my death.