That unselfish feeling given so freely.
How can you treat love so badly?
When it's offered to you so kindly.

Somethings requires certain respect.
If it isn't love.
Then what is it?

That one person different from the rest.
Who gives you their very best?
Deserves to be cherish.

So ask yourself?
How can love be treated so badly?

The reason we ask this question.
Is causing we're seeking a solution to it.
We know from personal observation.
That many people has blew it.

Simply lost a good love.
And now they knows the reason's for their brokenheart.

White,naked,realizations.
A moment of breaking dawn.

Today
Two bright slits
of blinding light
pry open
these tired kohl-lined eyes
smudged black.
Javelin rays
trespass fences of barbed wire,
her mascara-ed lashes,
playing fortress to
teary lakes
of dreams and lullabies.

Though yesterday
She lay
so breakable in his marble arms.
her porcelain breast,
her delicate heart,
so fragile.
His breath on her neck, cold,
colder than December ice.
Alcoholic kisses
slow anesthesia in his eyes.

A cascade
of ebony curls
darker than the midnight sky
holds a constellation
of beauty spots.
But she
holds her universe,
his face
between her tiny palms.

A pair of snow white wrists.
His fingers,
long shards of glass.
A single teardrop on her cheek,
pale moon,
the consequence of a million scars.

One afternoon after
Two thousand years of unending strife
Three stubborn blades
of a forbidding ceiling fan
Orthodox curtains,
and the guarding yellow walls
were joined
by a mirror
too shy
to watch,
her indiscretion,
his blatant lie.