It’s there,
It always has been.
Such a fragile side,
Brittle…
Broken too many times,
By those who say,
I love you…
I have considered it.
They say those who talk about it
Don’t do it,
Inside I just smirk,
Stupid bastards,
What would they know?
It’s like a lover,
A lover that lies dormant,
Until you need them.
To date,
I have avoided it…
It reminds me of a black rose,
Dried dead brittle,
If I dare touch it…
I’ve toyed with the idea,
Just when my hands get so cold,
I can’t warm them.
The park is dark where its’s kept.
All blacks, greys frosted whites.
Littered with broken altars,
Where blood has dried,
Black on white worn marble.
Unrequited love- deaths last kiss
Upon an iced breath
…. Whispers…
I will love…
I smile to his death wish
Not tonight my love.
Closing the ancient gates,
I don’t mind their screech of metal on metal,
…I walk away
Again.
