In the deepest educated corners of my mind
I paint a very dark picture
but not for you to see, I’m not that selfish?
a very private moment of imagery
just for me to look at
a sort of reminder
and warning never to accept such love again
tangles of pain and disillusion from the past
awarded generously to me, by rotten love
but I wouldn’t want you to see my pain
a personal portrait of pure misery
a tale so distorted
and I
who was forever hoping to see
the bright colors of the roses
others do speak of
alas, it wasn\'t to be
now I own a tragic portrait
an image that would twist even the most
well-built of hearts
blinding your soul with excruciating insecurity
how did I get from being such
a pure and wonderful soul?
a poetic heart that once bloomed
now in ruins spread on a gutter
black dead petals, soaking up the rain
as the sun has been taken hostage
and so now…
I sacrifice even the kindest of love
which may still come my way
with an acceptance of my fate eternally
knowing in the end I myself am selfish
because you too, can now see the whole picture.