Already Yoked

 Her's already!
Jumping under hoops
To wake up crossed like dollar
Filtering the heart
Mashed with careless slays of lust.

She!
Being my drug
Induced to bedim
Crowding emotions
To indifference-ness.

For she loved me
when I'm gone
Cursed me
when present.

Thawed to believe in not
Love last hope
Evaporating
Only condensing as hatred.

Yet claiming to hold dear
Already clouding
A temper storm to endure
Flying pans floating the air
A leg on the door
Hoping to escape to save the master
Yoked by the heart.