I'm dying of thirst, but I am drowning,
I try to force a smile, but I am frowning,
My stem is growing weak,
as a result of the conversations we do not speak.

Stunted is my growth,
When I was born you swore an oath,
To nurture and protect me,
To provide and care for me.

I try to blossom and bloom
But when you left it was too soon,
There were more seeds you could sow,
But you failed and they too could not grow.

I waited for the rains,
I waited for sunshine in vain,
The world continued to spin,
But because of you I never did win.

You picked me up, from the core,
I know you meant well, but it made me sore,
But can we ever start over?
Just because I am grown and you are sober.

You are the artist
Your body is the canvas
Blank and Empty
Hollow
You hold the brush

You are the artist
With each motion
Of your hand
Red Strokes appear
Each time, darker than its parallel

You are the artist
Look at what you have created
A picture that will never fade
With pain-t that will never age.

My beloved Demon,
When did you become the intimate stranger,
That lay in the bed next to me every night
When we made love or tried to mask the hate it was more divided unity
In our troubled paradise we are alone.
Because my eyes were wide shut to your sincere lies

When did you become that romantic terrorist that left me feeling numb
Your ear splitting whispers of sweet torture left me in proud humility
And the deafening silence as you left
My worst enemy