May he always love you,
May he guide you through life
with a gentle caress and sharp words.

May he glide along side you as
your wings spread and soar to new places.
And with that tentative touch,
may your lips forever be upturned.

Even in the stillness of night,
burrowed deep in slumber,
may those lips never know a frown.

For i will never meet,
another woman whom made me soar as you.

My love beats for you as
the drummer boy beats for war.
My hate for her
bubbles up and smothers love in
sweet promises and faux futures.
Though I am ignorant of most
feelings,
this I cannot ignore.

I hope for nothing more
than for you to slice her open
and toss her away.
Hurt her the way I have been hurt.
Glorify her body in words of hate,
carve them deep into soft skin.
Then when your done,
and all you're anger is diminished
come back to me
and love me 'till you're finished.

Isolated by force
shunned by many.

He is a calf surrounded by wolves.
Vulnerable, weak, and senseless he'll run
blindly towards the sun.
Cuts and scrapes marr his heart,
gashes slice through delicate skin.

A mother pretends everything is fine,
yet her world is hanging by a thin line.

Curled up in his room he writes his final words,
*Thanks to you I've never known anything but hurt.

Jacquette Poppy Eve
What glory has come to thee!
Go now, and be free!

Spring:
She will blossom here
once in every other year,
ushering Him in.

Summer:
The blazing sun's rays,
whip angry marks on man's back
whilst he looks for shade.

Fall:
In her last leap she
crumples down, skin turns from green
to brown. She's ending.

Winter*:
White dusting her cheeks,
encasing her in a tomb
no one can escape.