You weave a heart breaking story
Of a woman oh so shivering cold
With fury raging like the fires of hell
And the indifferent heart of a ghost
She was too beautiful, you say
Hauntingly beautiful
Her ivory strands of hair, her full red lips
It all never left your mind

You weave the saddest tragedy
Of a woman that made your veins freeze
You weave a story so empty of love and warmth
While your eyes fill with tears
She broke me, you say
She never thought to heal me, you say
She scarred me as she pretended to love me, you say

But she spins a story so firm and fond
And as you engulfed her, bit by bit,
She said not a word, but those of loving want
And as you chewed her innocence away
Scarlet beads seeped from her stubborn wounds
She bled and bled and bled
And despite your indifference to her sweeping blood
She loyally clenched as tight as she could

Yet she spins a story so tight and true
And as you slowly crushed her & her frame
She stood on the pieces and made herself tall
She grimaced in pain and whispered your name
You paid no heed, and so she looked away
From her shoulder, she brushed it all off

Though they tell tales of incidents alike
Different people tell the same story twice

Which one would you believe?

~rw