Truth has a tendency to be mistaken
Love is both as invisible and valuable as oxygen
Peace just happens to be friends with both of them

She begs him to stop
Her throat raw and aching
She scratches at his face
Her strength rapidly fading

The realisation is sudden
It hits her painfully enhanced
All control is lost
He's the one in command

She automatically retreats
Into the back recesses of her subconsciousness
Her body is no longer hers
She trusted the wrong man and this is the consequence

Her beauty is profound
Leaving me blinded and tongue tied

Her grace is majestic
Inspiring me to learn her secret language

Her intelligence is a sacrament
Enticing me to be baptised and take off my disguise

Her gaze is soul searching
Precipitating my inevitable spiritual rebirthing

Her beauty is profound
Leaving me enraptured and spell bound

Tiled Walls
Body Sore
Memories from the night before

Bathtub
***** stains
Bruises on your throat are a dead give away

Empty bottles
****** wrapper
You were sure before but full of regret after

Bathroom
Past noon
Time to put your mask on and face the news

Strength can come in many forms
Sometimes invisible
Sometimes tangible

Strength can be a phoenix feather
Strength can be a lotus flower
Growth from the ashes
Growth from the peaceful waters

Strength can come in many forms
A feather or a flower
Both lead you home

If you don't value the truth
How can you decipher what is lies?
If you sell off your integrity
You'll be hollow inside
Value what is true and you will live a fulfilled life

You bit into my flesh so hard that you drew blood

The pain was sadistically satisfying

The wound was so impressive it was ugly

I knew that you were hurting me but harm was all I knew

So I turned to you and said,

"What more can you do?"