to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

he took away,
all that there is.
left nothing,
but ruins.

one day
when the night is no longer lonely
and when the day starts to get sunny
I will find my way
into someone's arms,
which I can lean on.
someone's hand,
which I can hold on.
someone's heart,
who can love me.
but for now I will wait,
pray to God
to continue guiding me.
and lead my way.
but for now,
I will find joy in these lonely nights,
and patiently wait for my sunny days.

Love didn't end wars
It started them