Beastly

At the very least,

You inspired me...

Perhaps that was your only relevance,

A fairytale gone wrong

That made me suffer, but made me strong,

Strong enough to desire your absence.

Unfair it is, how you move my pen

To divulge the thoughts in my heart so true,

Unjust, how my words shall immortalize you

So your name will be remembered even in Heaven.

Like a winter snowstorm

You arrived in a flurry,

Made my sight blurry,

Made me weak and lose form.

But the snowflakes that fell

Soon turned into ice;

The frost made me cold when I used to be nice,

Caring and compassionate, a typical Belle...

I might not have been your beauty,

But you were definitely a beast.

Neverlasting

It was nice,

That feeling—

Like a breath of fresh air,

Shooting upward like a rocket

About to light the sky.

But, unlike the rocket,

It didn’t light up the sky—

Out I breathed,

And all I had left was

Carbon dioxide.

Don't Leave Me Hanging

I didn’t need to be here again.

I was doing fine.

I was accepting.

I was happy.

And then you smiled

And drove a ripple

Through the calm.

You brought me back to this place,

This place I had tried to forget,

This place I never wanted to see.

How foolish I was,

That I thought I could forget,

That I thought I could escape, avoid.

So, here I am.

Now,

Where are you? 

Fire through my Veins

My heart beat its frustrated wings against my chest.

Your hips guided mine as my eyes

Searched your gaze—restless—

Until I discovered an answer,

And, although their efforts were not in vain,

I begged to play a different game, for

The fire I found burned.

Desire lit your eyes and projected

A passion that scorched my heart

And rattled the cage that restrained it.

The fire bled smoke into my veins,

And hope’s breath became constricted

As I slowly realized that our bodies

Spoke the same language, but

Our hearts did not.

Never a Gardener

The grounds are empty,

But for the withered remnants

Of beauty once lived,

Where love once bloomed.

The absence of Sun

Through winter’s long hours

Brought naught but death

And destruction upon

Once perfectly pruned flowers.

The weathered path

That led to the street

Would soon be covered with weeds,

As the silence of winter

Would soon be interrupted

By the humming of spring.

Then, I could plant seeds anew.

But not just any seed would do.

They must be the most viable,

Able to withstand any trial of weather,

Be it the onslaught of snow or drought.

They must be the sweetest smelling,

And diffuse the happiest perfume.

They must reflect my peace of mind,

The musings and arrangements of my inner-eye.

Pity, then, that I harbor in my heart

A loathing for gardening. 

Zodiac Knight

You make me lose my balance,

And I’m a Libra, so that’s no easy feat.

You like to leave things to Chance,

But I’ve never been lucky, and I don’t know how to cheat.

You won’t ask me to dance,

But you’ll bounce to the beat,

And it drives me insane

When you’re charming as a prince

And I feel forced to feign

Composure and indifference.

Your dimples cause me pain,

And your jokes make me laugh, even when they make no sense.

Each time you save my life

You make it harder to live—

I’m hanging on by a thread of strife

That will eventually have to give.

Prince Charming

A damsel in distress,

I wasn’t meant to be saved by you,

But seeing me in my tattered dress,

You felt compelled, what else could you do?

So you pulled out your sword

And shielded me with your family crest,

Fought my demons and cleaned my wounds,

Proceeding with prudence lest

You offend my feminine sensibilities.

But, alas, to my disgrace,

Due to my lack of guile and feminine capabilities,

You kept on to your princess, without leaving a trace.