Oh hideous beauty!
How it stains my eyes!
With constant colors!
How truthful the lies!

Oh poisonous medicine!
Ingesting your smell!
Your dull needle!
Digesting it's taste!

Oh coarse silk!
It's pain is pleasure!
The chair it swivels!
Yet it stays in place!

Oh beauteous eye-sore!
How I long for you to never come!
It'll be here soon forevermore!
Leave me with a fading scar!

"words mean nothing," you hope -
in your anger, bile, and tears.

you've poured out your heart
with paper, and pen, and keyboard, and playlist, and life.

moulding great civilisations and intricate portraits and new lives and companions and loves.

you sew yourself together,
scattered fragments from your terror,
weaving a tapestry to replace your skin.

peel off the layers,
scrape away your pain

patching up wounds with words:
bandages from poems,
dressings from that play.

burn, burn bright as the stars in the sky -
distant and dying and alone.

shine, shine like that light on your desk...

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you edit, and change
constantly revising
the story in your head -

and I think that's okay.

Domestic violence in my heart
With eyes that wage a war
And lips that speak of more
He takes our ******* and calls it art