He has brutalised your beauty
And made you fragile.
Tears tremble on cobalt lashes
Bruised, bewildered
Goddess fallen,
Breaking as you fell.
You sought and brought happiness, warmth and abundance,
But lived, it seemed, a life of anything but.
Now facing a vindictive rage
You must remain stoic.
Your mythical namesake
Found no comfort or pleasure in retaliation, or revenge.
He is incapable of love
And will never back down.
You will need to find the strength to match
His angry bile with wile and guile
His iciness with fire,
Remorseful honesty shows him
A cold, and bitter liar.

My mixed are words up
Rollercoaster party
Tracing paper vision
Deja vu songs.
I know I had a heartfelt conversation
But I can't remember who
And I can't remember what.
Not wise
Not wise
Stop speaking
All lies.
Bathroom banging on the door
Better get up off the floor
Paranoia hours away
Pour some more
And dance away.

I want you to cradle my heart in your hands,
Gently, oh so gently,
But you only want to fumble with my *******.
Both are too precious
For your clumsy, greedy kneading.

Needing…Needing…
Bleeding…Bleeding…

You only ever wanted
The outside
You disregard
The love that lies within.

You hate your body
In a brutal, overwhelming way
That you think no-one else will ever understand.
I know what you do to it,
Helpless in your hatred,
Owned by your despair.
Nothing I can say
Will stop you
Nothing I could do
Would set you free.
All that I could say of your startling beauty
Your powerful presence, and your luminous heart,
Would go unheard.
You will reject appreciation, compliments, desire,
As meaningless, or worse, ridicule,
Because you only see a monster.
There is no way to change this,
I can simply speak of it
And hope that it will help you find some comfort
Having it acknowledged,
Knowing that I know.

All is still and quiet.
The moon dances a cold, icy arc
Across the winter skies,
And my heart fights off the frost, for now.
This is the time for deadening.
Unforgiving season of cold, sharp clarity,
Leads to painful realisations.
I look back,
Trying to make sense of the dying year,
Trying to find lessons though the pain,
Trying to find feeling,
But November wants me numb.