Lovers they owned.

I don't know how much love I can bear;
my experience has shown me it can tear
a soul to ribbons-
shreds of past promise
shreds of past dreams
that appear ghost like, as echoes,
as shadows in schemes.
I've stood on mountains
I've stood on towers
I've walked on fire coals,
I've trampled flowers...
I don't know why I let love
take me down:
with full faith destroyed
my heart disowned
by "promise you men"
who's true face lay hidden
behind flesh and bone
inked cartoon clones
only animated by
the lovers they owned.