The Cradle is Broken

He's thirteen years old
ridding his pedal bike full speed
wind rushes through his hair
tears brushed away from his face
by the soothing and cool breeze.

There is nothing to be sad about
this is just his first taste of a series of events
all meant to break him
to bring him down
to make the romantic into a monster
much like Jekyll and Hyde.

It's always been about love
the nurturing
giving
and willingness to expose the self
giving another a loaded gun
aptly pointed at his chest.
Hammer cocked back
her fingers on his trigger.
It's always been the same.

There is something to be said
about a man who is willing to be hurt
about a woman who is willing to listen
and about situations which spin out of control
only to be forgotten.

One foot pushes down as another rises
the wheels spin around
quicker
faster
he just wants to forget
about her kiss
her caress.

"It was a mistake!" she says.
But it wouldn't be the first time.
This would be repeated again,
twice more with her alone.
How could he trust her?
Love makes you blind.

Tires screech to a halt as he crosses a road
horns blare
an old tired man screams
but if he only knew he'd yell
"Pedal on! FASTER! F A S T E R!"
because we've all been there.

With every pump of his heart
it seems like his chest is about to explode.
Blood runs thick through his veins
flushing his youthful face with life.

"Maybe you were my mistake." He says to her.
But he'll never mean it
he'll always love her
much like the women
who unknowingly
or willingly
pulled the trigger.