Poetic Justice

It's just what I do

I regret the pain I've caused,
But I seem not to stop myself.
It tears me apart,
Seeing you like this,
But it's just something I can't control.

See, at first,
I take the most broken hearts,
And turn them into poetry.
Beautiful poetry,
The type you feel,
Not read.

I turn them into
Dances under a moonlit sky.
I turn them into magical whispers,
I turn them into
Artwork.
Artwork so beautiful,
You wish your eyes would never see
Anything else.

I take splinters,
And I sew them,
With all the finest material,
And turn them into the best garment
That you will ever wear.

I take your tears,
And turn them into water,
Water that could quench your thirst,
For your entire lifetime.

I take your storm,
And instead of focussing on the storm, I show you the rainbow,
And you wish to be it.

But after all I've done,
After I've felt it was enough,
I snatch it all away.
Perhaps a temporary light,
In your forever darkness.

I've done this before,
Turned a heart, into the beauty of
The world,
Then crumbled into the hopelessness
Of the universe.

I've healed,
Only to break.
I've stayed,
Only to go.

I'm sorry for making you worse off
Than you we're before.
But I distinctly remember warning
You,
Every beautiful light,
Has a shadow.

So all wrecklessness aside,
I hate that I hurt you,
But if you play with bright beautiful
Light,
You will get scorched,
Much like playing with fire.

I shrug you off,
Onto my next target it is,
Im sorry,
But once again,
It's just what I do.