Beware false gods.
Men who claim you as their creation as if you weren't made from the stars.
They preach stories of love knowing all too well they are just stories.
Just fables and fiction read to hold proof of their power, telling you that you need them.
But stories are just stories.
Words are just words without action and their actions will hurt you more than their words.
Self-defined as preachers of justice, pulling another card from their sleeve to lay down your future.
No different than your cards they swear are hellbent because only they can tell you what lies ahead, and God forbid you get a second opinion.
Beware their blue eyes and writer's tongue because poems are still just stories and they can write them in any way will keep you longer.
Paragraphs to hold you in their arms a little tighter, metaphors to keep you silent and forbearing.
You could make the devil cry if you knew what he was hiding behind his stained glass doors.
Even Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
So in fear he tells you, you need him.
And you keep reading.
But they are just stories
Poems
Lies
Stories