Slits on my skin
With the dagger of love,
You infected my insides,
Where once darkness had been.

You stole my heart,
And took it away,
Polluted it with colour,
Turned it into a work of art.

You crawled inside my mind,
Robbed me of thought,
Filled in it some happiness,
With your beauty so kind.

Your soul diffused into mine,
We became one, Your wings
Wrapped around my wounded body,
The angels' voices chimed.

As easily you made me feel,
Was as easily you destroyed me,
I have nothing left,
But scars that won't heal.

I sit here in silence, caressing
My flower of feeling,
With its petals torn,
Where is the angels' blessing?

I glue my petals back but I'm still broken,
They keep falling apart like a storm struck them
I thought what can't be mended would mend itself,
But oh was I wrong... again.