The Serpent Beneath The Flower

You poured it all, like oil into my soul,
I took it gently, unaware,
And though it turned out to be a cloud of smoke,
The load held onto my heart so bare.

It weighed me down, like a fruit from a branch,
I withered a little, everyday,
I still stayed, to leave you well,
And you got what you wished, in your evil way.

Your dirty gaze sought my lips,
And the slight curves of my hips,
A flower outside, a serpent beneath,
With monstrous fangs, instead of teeth.

You said your heart was shattered glass,
With some broken shards lost and gone,
Mine was too, I tried to unfurl your wings,
But you treated me like a farmer's prawn.