You inspire my best poetry
Mostly because I hate you so much
But that’s just me projecting again

God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers
O'er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours.
A hundred lights in every temple burn,
And at each shrine I bend my knee in turn.

Another cut,
             another scar,
                       another burn
Her mum is not far,
      she cries
                   and cries
                              and cries
looking at the cuts on her thighs.
     She feels like a failure,
                  mumbling "i must of been blind"
     a flashback of the abuse
                     entered her mind.
       Was it all my fault?  
Could I of stopped the first kiss?
             or was this fate?
                      no.
                              I
                                    deserved
                                                       this.

A faint glimpse of what cannot be grasped
puts me over the edge and into the abyss.
Desire is the drive, but comprehension is the end of
the battle that’s impossible to win;
for the double-edged sword draws blood no matter
how it is swung.
Blessed is the man with his eyes wide shut;
****** is the man who couldn’t help but look.

Light turns the inside of my eyelids red
As the sun rises.
And I can still taste last night's cigarettes.
And the room is too hot.
And it all comes back to me.
And my stomach churns.
But I still can't *****.

With those silver eyes,
that sly smile,
you can run away.
But I will remain.

Living that life of yours,
Built on split-second decisions,
Intuition alone. You make my
Head spin, whirling dervishes,
Never stopping, never slowing.
Worry to happiness to love,
But no, always love. Never
Flickering nor wavering in
The face of your cold-shoulder.
Never, never.