Heartbreaker Hank by Aysha Shehim
Some beliefs are never supposed to come true.
Some people are never supposed to fall in love.
He must remain confused and bewildered forever.
And only follow a path full of sinful pleasures he craves for.
Seduction is a beautiful art, he says.
The art of making others believe and fall.
Does he have a soul or even a conscience, this stalker.
As he leaves behind a path full of deceit in his wake.
Does he understand the heinous wrong he does.
In the hearts of those that cared for him but lost.
He charmed them, entered them, body and soul.
And left them as easily when they completed their roles.
His whim is satisfied, his bodily craving is satiated.
His carnal hunger is quietened down.
On a never ending search for the lust of fresh blood.
As he has no other passion in between his animalistic frustration.
Can I judge such a man when I admire him so.
Born free and running wild wherever he deems he can.
Growing to be quite like that, the heartbreaker in me endures.
Broken and torn, the heartbreaker in me stands strong.