Humbert Humbert; My Serial Killer

Humbert Humbert, My Serial Killer

She tattooed every heart break on her tainted body.
Designed to Protect, quickly became each predator's bait.
Each night, on her knees like a prayer,
she begs the wishing star to be pure again, innocent.

They could have all been the same man.
Every husband's fantasy babysitter to play with while the wife blinds herself with denial.
You may have read this story by Nabokov, Salinger, Bukowski.
Once you become Lolita you wear her scarlet letter forever.

Now we purge, starve, cut, swing around the pole,
or search for the cure at the bottom of every bottle.
If only Humbert kept a conscience, I'd be able to breath.
Like an angry old witch from an old fairytale;
they cursed my heart, a spell to warn off anyone from loving me.
And like Prometheus, vultures attack, and I grow a new heart.
So this tired heart keeps beating,
waiting for the never-ending deja vu of failed love stories