The Storm Inside

11

Eyes
So bright and clear
Blues mixed to hide the loving soul
As you said the storm inside
was something you held dear.

And
Although the colours still shine
The light them dimmed, growing cold
Causing grays of hatred
as I looked at mine.

Lips
Gentle and sweet
Wishing for my smile
To grace you
with every heartbeat.

Now
They send daggers with curled
Snarls; seemingly meaningless words
Passing over, causing my smile
to hide itself from the world.

What happened
To the kind spirit who stood tall.
Showing understanding and love
Taking every imperfection
and showing the beauty in them all?

But now my arms
Have Cresent moons shining so bright
Against my skin, red and crusted from
Ripping away your lingering touch
for months alone at night.

But now
I cover my lips
So my laughs don't turn to screams
As I remember when you
Slipped through my fingertips.

As your heart grew cold
Mine grew dark
Each part now broken,
But no longer beautiful.

Dirty.
Ruined.
Unlovable.

My heart is a clever fool
For choosing you to never leave
As it knew your beauty but not your monsters
So to stand with you (always)
I'll build up that beauty
and your monsters will be my tool.