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When she was the one who loved me, she asked:

"How can you be some calm?"

Less of a question,
more of an accusation,
as all arguments possess.

I found it interesting.

I'm sure at the time
my answer was melancholy
Sad, even.

In truth, I couldn't answer.
Not properly.
Not in the moment.

The reason is simple.

I think there is something
inherently beautiful
in being a person born
from violence,
rage,
hatred.
Evil.

And through all of that
being someone who
until their last scrap patience
will choose a path of calm,
peaceful,
gentle.
Sadness.

It is easier to be angry
than it is to be sad.

I would rather be sad
than point the anger I bury
at you.
Ren Scott Jun 15
Today I couldn't pull my thoughts from the time when you were her. Time is the enemy and nostalgia burned her sins away. And suddenly you, the embodiment of everything that I want were her again.

I found you in the memories of limbs in limbs, the curve of her back against my finger.
Your joy in her eyes, burning in my mind.
History swirls through me; years of love and lust and passion. On. Off. Her

And my heart aches. And my chest pulls in like the vacuum of space. Because you, my ethereal love, were never supposed to be her again.
Ren Scott May 28
Please explain to me how
I am to fit you within something
As simple as yes or a no.
You are complex
Layered
Perfect
Imperfect.
Your embracing affection is
juxtaposed by this
Searing coldness
That flow together in
A cocktail of contradiction.
So yes
And so yes, no.
Ren Scott May 23
"Why poetry?" You asked

The answer was immediate, as a flood.

"Because words are my favourite method of creativity. As an artist, I learned there are over 16 million colours and no combination of any number of them will ever mean more than three short words. Of those sixteen million colours only one matters to me. The colour of your eyes; and no painting will ever mean more to me than 'I love you'." I said in reply.
Ren Scott May 23
You didn't come today.

Somewhere inside of me,
that burned.

But don't worry

Tonight I'll **** that
part of myself.

That way tomorrow,
I can see you,
and I'll smile.

— The End —