A cold stare
into a broken mirror
a ghastly ghoul
leers unto me.
My heart rises,
tears fall,
the bed I've made
splinters to unseen fractures.
The beast grins with ax like teeth
destined to devour
a cherry rose flower
placed delicately
on soggy sheets.
The fear...
The regret...
Stand shallow in comparison
to an everlasting candle
faltering on its flame.
It cries for help
as more tears smother it.
The man
The beast
The Flower
dance to tunes of a scarred heart,
but from the budda belly of the beast
the heart sheds its skin;
the tune changes.
Only the man and rose remain.
My tears have turned to sap now
seeping slowly into the cracks,
mending the the mirror.
With a last glance
only I Remain.
Wrote this in one sitting and may come back to it. I've always been on the receiving in and never would have imagined hurting someone I love. Even small things hurt and pain is universal. Remaining silent or a little white lie, is a lie in the end and regardless of intentions a lie can cut deep, especially if it is someone who has opened their heart to you. If you truly care for the well being of someone you must choose your actions as closely as we poets choose our words.