Happy Friday!
Mad Love
Blade at the throat,
grip on the knife,
smile on one cheek,
threatening a life.
Fear in her eyes,
looking at his,
opaque darkness,
and what lay beneath.
He told her to listen
to a tale of deep scars,
to see what he saw
when the wounds
were still raw.
And the funny thing was
that she listened, too.
Not just by ears,
like the rest of them do.
Her heartbeat was slower,
the breathing steady.
A grasp of interest
held her ready.
The eyes were red, but
the tears diminished.
She didn't speak
until he finished.
"You understand now?"
The clown laughed, demented; mad.
"I'm not crazy;
the world is just sad."
He turned away,
feeling no triumph.
He'd kill her now,
but his message was lost.
A weak grasp on his shoulder
caught him off guard.
He turned around,
but her face was not hard.
"You're not crazy;
I know what you feel."
Her voice held empathy,
but it did not seem real.
He grinned with smug,
and drew the knife across her lips.
The sharp blade made marks
that he knew wouldn't fade.
It was test, a trick
to prove she was lying.
He thought he had won
as she started crying.
She fell with a gasp,
her chest moving fast.
As she became panicked,
her words became rasp.
"You're sick, not well,
I understand," she said, still persistent.
"But I want you to know,
it's okay, Mister J."
His eyes widened, but
amused, he just laughed.
Funny how things are,
how they turn out to be.
At the end of the day,
she's as crazy as me!
I hope you caught on that the poem was about Joker and Harley Quinn. I love those two to pieces.
To my annoyance, I couldn't save the poem in the way I wanted it to be structured. There were supposed to be four lines in the first two stanzas, five in the third, four in stanzas four to eleven, and six in stanza twelve. For some reason, I couldn't save it like that.
Structure is very important in a poem, as you may know. If you want to read it the way I wrote it, just imagine the divisions I mentioned.
Apart from that little inconvenience, I want to say that I hope you enjoyed it!
P.S. The title of the poem isn't mine. It's taken from a comic book by the title of The Batman Adventures: Mad Love. I know, I know. Another stolen title! Ah! But I think it works, don't you?
