Seeing all these words
Written in spite of our latest
Mothers
Haters and
Lovers

Makes me realize:
Writing is not a cure
Writing does not help

Poetry will not close the door in his face
Poetry will not tell him "no,"

These words do just the
opposite

Telling our latest
Mothers
Haters and
Lovers

They have caused
these words,
once beautiful,
to become

Tainted.

In this monstrous world
Lies a white rose.
Pure as ever
It's petals never to close.

Tainted with red is she
As the rarest of storms come by.
Tainted with black is she
The tears of goodbye.

Gone were the days of pure bliss
The soft touch and sweet kiss
Here are the days of torture and pain
She succumbs in darkness, in vain.

She never gets out of the open
The thorns of her own killing
Each *****, blood oozes.
The rest is a numb feeling.

She stands there in the lost ground of plain gray canvas
She sways as the winds take her petals to nowhere.
Off she sets foot to freedom
The white rose tainted in red and black,
it bleeds.

I’m the one I think you’re supposed to hate
Because I’m the she when you find a spot to lay all your jealousy
I’m the his of the past,  that’s poisoning your beginning, and,
I guess you don’t know this, but I’m your best friend.
I’m the whirlwind that picked him up, turned him on his head,
The ******* that soaked your hopes in an acrid frailty.
I am the first red-lipped ice queen to bite at his neck
I am the first to coax “I love you” out from the pit in his chest
And he won’t fall for you as easy
No he won’t ever look at you the same
Because his boyish fantasy was a slender girl with a lopsided grin,
Who started games with his mind, that he never did win.
And you might dust off the memories, try to enroot more for yourself
But picking off the scab of me will only make him sore
I’m so sorry that I hurt the one you love, that I stuck around
I’m deemed unworthy of redemption,
I will still, always, and forever, love him more
You can't take me down.