Beauty lies bereft and bound
it cries for help but utters no sound
mascara kisses fade from your lips
etched by lovers worn fingertips
purple rings around sullen eyes
the broken skin it never lies
fists of thunder make not the man
nor the swift strike of back of hand
a thousand apologies can never repair
the displacement of a single hair
for she is not an object for you to own
she is a Queen that deserves a throne
and if she allows you to enter her chamber
it's also her decision if you should remain there.

I've been hurt,
And i have hurt.

I've been loved,
And I have loved.

I've lost love,
And I withdrew my love.

I've been forgiven
And I try hard to forgive.

In the end,
What goes around comes back around.

I tried to forget
But you grew roots around my rib cage
And sprouted flowers
Just below my collarbones
All day I pluck their petals
But I have not yet ascertained
Whether you love me
Or not.

If you choose to fall in love,
Fall in love with a writer.
But know you will live in the pages
of a poem, Linger in the words
of a song, Be engraved
in the ink of the plot,
Twisting your fate and heart
into a tempestuous knot.
If you choose to fall in love
Fall in love with a writer
One who will hand you
The world, drawn and painted
in the metaphors of a troubled mind.
Where nothing is simple, not even a line.
If you choose to fall in love,
Fall in love with a writer~
Your life will never be the same
They'll weave stories of yesterday
in the webs of your hair.
Breathe the sky of the morning,
Lure you to their lair.
So if you choose to fall in love,
Fall in love with a writer.
One who truer will never be
Fall in love with a writer...
A writer like me.